[ Flynn lands all at once, bloodied and exhausted and angry beyond belief.
He and Yuri have been missing for nearly 24 hours now, which is not unusual, really: they both spend a lot of time out of the house patrolling and researching and working. Home is more like a base some of the time.
But usually, Flynn makes a point to text Blue that he will be home late. Today, he has not done that, and so there is silence for nearly a day and then a burst of rage and guilt and sorrow all at once, like a bomb exploding into the quiet evening air. Snow drifts down cold and sharp, and Flynn is barefoot and stumbling to his feet in icy mud, shouts Yuri's name and gets no answer because the Moon Presence saw fit only to yank one of them free. ]
[there's only so much Blue can do, so far he can go, before all that's left to do is wait. alone.
alone...truly alone, with no other minds to connect to. it's not something he's felt often for very long. the flickering candlelights of strangers beyond the cottage are just that - lights, nothing more. he's not tied to them. not like--]
-?!
[that crash of emotions was preceded by nothing, so its presence steals Blue's breath and leaves him prone and tensed up in bed while that fury washes over him. along with...something else. some celestial presence he's never perceived before, impossible to comprehend in the assault on his senses.
it takes a bit to realize the owner of that cacophony of emotions is Flynn, but when he does--]
There is a voice in his mind, achingly familiar, and in Flynn's helpless anger it takes him a moment to place it. He's already at the back door with shaky cold fingers, trying to pry it open and sort of failing because his head is a few steps in front of that: get armor, get sword, get to the Tower, get Yuri. He knows he should slow down, he will slow down when he's outfitted, but for now he needs to act before the tide of guilt sweeps him away. ]
[he's here, he's just--up. it's a struggle. even with the lion's help, stairs are a challenge in a hurry. especially in a hurry. in case Flynn can't catch the hint, the lion actually groans out a note in urgency that rattles the glass of the back door.
Blue clutches at the lion's mane, which is what keeps him from slipping straight down the stairs outright, breathless and afraid that if he is even a moment too slow, Flynn will be gone just as soon as he's appeared.]
[ Yuri should probably be in bed. He should probably be resting. But he isn't. Instead, he's in the kitchen of their small house in Crenshaw, making some eggs because Flynn kindly made him some toast earlier, but it wasn't enough food for him, not after who knows how many days of not eating and barely drinking. He shouldn't eat a lot, he knows that, but he kept the toast down well enough.
He's pretty sure Blue knows he's back. Blue knows a lot more than he lets on, a lot of the time, and Yuri hasn't asked the extent of it because he doesn't really want to know. He doesn't really know what to say, either. Doesn't want to hover at Blue's door to tell him he's back, feels strange and confused and so tired. He doesn't want to think about it, about what happened to him, doesn't want to dwell on it at all. He doesn't even really want to acknowledge it, and Flynn's concerned questions this morning made him more uncomfortable than not. Him and Repede are enough to contend with, Repede sticking close to Yuri's side, not letting him out of his sight. He even stood guard outside the bathroom earlier.
That doesn't stop him, however, from having brought the blanket Flynn gave him into the kitchen with him. He's this close to wearing it like a cape, but, no. It's hung over the back of one of the chairs. ]
there's plenty that keeps him from appearing right away, most of which is his own body. so while Blue himself didn't immediately rush to greet the weary and wounded man, the omen did, and gave Blue eyes with which to see him up close, to discern his state outwardly as well as inward.
that's about all the smothering Yuri gets until he's moving about on his own. then there's some noticeable creaking from the stairs as Blue makes the slow and careful descent, steadying at the base with the omen at his side before appearing in view at the threshold of the kitchen. and if all that wasn't enough, there's a huff from the lion to interrupt any silence that might think to get too pervasive.]
...Yuri.
[Blue's expression is knit with empathy; the weight of Yuri's weariness is palpable, but he's grateful it's there at all. better to have it than not have Yuri here at all.]
[ Yuri hears the footsteps on the stairs, and steels himself for whatever this is going to be, without stopping in his cooking. He made enough for several people, since he rarely feeds only himself in this house.
He glances back at the sound of his name and offers Blue a small smile. ]
Hey, Blue.
[ Like nothing's wrong. Like he wasn't gone for five days, trapped in that place, somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness, between his own mind and something else that kept trying to take over. ]
[another thing Blue knows is that Yuri is not particularly partial to displays of care in his regard.
...but they aren't entirely despised, either, because is it not human nature to want to feel cared for?
still, likely a bad move to touch or even think of a hug while he's in the midst of cooking, so Blue holds back on that impulse, instead redirecting that energy to simply moving into the kitchen proper.]
[ Yuri is not at all sure about this. Waking up in a strange house with a strange adult with something really gross that looked like a person on the floor isn't exactly his idea of a good morning. He isn't sure where he is or who that guy is who was in the room with him, or what house this is. He has a sword clutched tight in his hands, and just wants to find a way out, a way home.
He stumbles down the short hall, looking between the stairs and the other door. Stairs make more sense, and he goes for them, even if his arms are getting tired from holding the sword up. Feelings are rolling off of him: fear, anxiety, confusion, all wrapped up in a small body that, similar to the older Yuri, doesn't want to let any of those feelings on, but he's much less practiced at it.
He almost gets the sword stuck at the bottom of the stairs, tripping over his own feet as he heads for the door ]
[Blue had sensed the disturbance upstairs, but hadn't gotten to the point of getting up and meeting it physically head-on. instead, he eavesdropped as only a Mu can, seated downstairs after a restless night yielded no rest. was this the cause? how had he not been roused enough to sense the change until--]
-!
[that determination to escape is cut short by alarm as the boy trips down the stairs, prompting Blue to push himself partly up off the couch and turn toward him. the lion, ears perked, lifts himself up off the floor and fixes his gaze on him as well.]
[ Yuri turns to the new threat, sword raised as much as he can with his thin little arms, his teeth gritted. Another person, another person who knows his name. ]
You're with him!
[ The kidnapper, the guy in his bed pretending to be Flynn. Yuri's eyes flick between Blue and the lion, not knowing how much of a threat the guy is, but a lion? That sure is a threat. A beast, inside?! How could this guy have tamed a beast? ]
[Blue feels a little sting at that reaction, that hostility. he knows it's coming from a place of confusion, of a need to survive, but still...
he does what the boy says, sitting back down on the edge of the cushion, turned more to his direction, leaving his hands palm out and in view. the lion relents by just sitting, tail curling around his paws.]
Please... I won't harm you. I don't wish to harm you.
You've...found yourself in a very strange situation, haven't you.
[ Yuri's been having a bit of a Month so far. Blue and Flynn can both probably sense it with their powers, sense Yuri being a bit more internal, but in a more positive way than usual. He's been thinking, a lot, about how he's holding himself back. About how he's hard on himself, about how he holds everyone else to higher standards than he holds himself, how he's the reason he's not happy, because he doesn't think he deserves to be.
And after hearing about the bonding ceremonies, about how one of them lets you share your emotions with the people you're involved with, the people in your family. Yuri's never had a blood family, and he doesn't think Blue has either, and Flynn hasn't in a long time, but the three of them have created this little home together in Trench, have lived together for all these months, have supported each other through bad times and good, and both of them can share emotions, and he watches them from the outside, like he's watching two people speaking in a language he doesn't understand.
He could hold himself back, or he could step in, he could help himself, and them, too. He knows that Blue feels a bit at a loss, not being able to share emotions like he could with his people. If they did this ritual, they could all meet him at his level, or at least close. They could help him.
Even with all these thoughts, he isn't quite brave enough to broach the subject in person (and Flynn's so damn busy with the war camp, anyway).
But how does he even start this? How does he bring this up? Nerves clutch at his gut, and he tries, then tries again, and then again, until he settles on: ]
hey this is maybe going to be weird but have you two heard about the bonding ceremonies with doorway the patron guy
[ Deep breath, you got this Yuri. (What if they say no? What if this is over stepping? What if this pushes them away) (maybe he deserves it, maybe that will end this happiness he's been letting himself have that he shouldn't) (maybe they do love him like they claim, maybe they'll be happy that he's trying to give something back to them) ]
theres one for families that lets you share your feelings with them but without talking or trying like how you both do it
i thought maybe we could do that so we can all talk like you do blue
[ He hits send, then stares at it for a long second before throwing his Omni away from him, covering his face with a hand (that's it, you did it, now just to see what happens).
[ Flynn also stares at the message for a long, long time after it shows up on his Omni.
Naturally, he's at the camp right now, secreted away in the strategy tents with ink all over his fingers and whirling thoughts of formations in his head that are driven neatly away by this. Flynn looks down at his mostly-completed personnel chart, over at his Omni, and pushes himself up from the desk to walk down toward the empty shore instead.
He can take a break for this.
It's a startling thing. Flynn has heard whispers of the bonds—in a camp full of people who love to read, how can he not—but he hadn't given them much thought until now. He never expected Yuri, of all people—Yuri who twists away from bonds like a startled cat, Yuri who Flynn still half-expects to say no, nevermind, not like this. Who he was afraid would look at Flynn so differently with Flynn's feelings flooding into him, would lock himself down so Flynn couldn't feel anything back—
but that's not fair, is it? To think of Yuri that way, when clearly that's... wrong.
It sends something warm and soft fluttering right through Flynn, enough to keep him warm even as he wanders along the half-frozen shore. ]
Do you know how it actually works? I've heard a few people around camp talking about them as a way to keep in contact during the battle.
I hadn't realized there was one that could do what our blood can.
[ Are you sure, he almost types, but deletes that, biting his own lip. This shouldn't be nervewracking, should it? Yuri is the one who proposed it. For families, which.
Isn't that what they are?
A little family, just the three of them. Flynn's heart does something odd against his ribs. ]
[Yuri doesn't need the empathy he's offering to know Blue's been getting anxious more and more as he and Flynn have been increasingly more absent in the waking hours. Blue understands their intentions, their convictions...but it still stings to be left alone, to have only a scant-few waking hours with them, left to worry over their dreams until his own weariness forces him away, only for him to wake to an empty home once again. he can assuage his fears by taking small walks, to even projecting his mind out to where they wander, but...
but they should be home. safe. with him. it should be enough.
...it's not enough. he's not enough. what a wicked thought - a bent, crooked truth which is angled so the shadow it casts is far greater than its true scale. mountains from molehills, indeed.
they're gone right now, so it is only he and that shadow who sees the surprising string of notices. Blue reads them over multiple times with care, quietly and aloud, just to make sure he understands their meaning (the truest intentions will always be face-to-face, and he will likely have to wait for another nightfall for that).]
You mean to create a permanent, telepathic link together? As Mu do. I would be biased in my answer...you already know it. [unequivocally yes.]
[ Yuri doesn't look at his Omni right away, because he might just keep checking it if he does. So he gets to work, cooking a more than adequate meal for the training camp, even though his eyes keep straying to the Omni.
It's strange, to create such an ultimatum of a question without seeing the other participants face to face.
With the stew on a simmer, Yuri finally gives in and lets himself look at the Omni, seeing responses from Flynn and Blue. His heart is in his throat and he's regretting asking (this might be it, he was too much, asked for too much) (but they love you, they want you to be happy, they've both said it). He reads through their messages, then reads through them again, and a different kind of nervousness settles in his gut.
They said yes. They both want to do it. At least, Blue does, and Flynn sounds like he does, he just needs more information. (they'll be too close, know too much, see right through him) (they already do, they can feel all of his feelings, see his thoughts, they know him maybe better than he knows himself).
Hands shaking a little, he manages to respond: ]
yeah permanent empathetic link i dont think its thoughts just feelings
its a ritual a blood pact you make a potion and say some vows at sunset and then youre bonded
i read a thing about it ill bring it home
[ Which is probably surprising in and of itself. Yuri doesn't read, as a rule, but he had to know more, had the compulsion to know more about this because he suddenly wanted it, wanted it so very badly. He wants to have a family, to be that close with people, closer than humans usually can be. He wants that reassurance he's been getting from Flynn when they're in bed together, the love that radiates off of him.
Maybe this is selfish. Maybe they shouldn't do it, because it's selfish. He just wants to know that they want him there. ]
i thought it would be nice for you blue since were not like the mu but this could make us feel a little more like your home
[Whoo boy what a month! Bolin has been in Go Mode ever since he found out his brother was getting married. It was a beautiful party, crammed with love and people and liquor. Bolin cried the entire day, and honestly, he has never been happier.
It's over now, Mako and Wu are in wedded bliss, and it's just.. back to regular 'ol life for this guy.
Maybe it's time for him to take a moment for himself. Can't hurt, right? And tea is nice, so he heads to one of the many little tea houses that dot the city, tucked safely here and there in the deepest recesses where they're out of danger's way.
It's nice, this tea house, but it's always so busy. He's got his little tray, with a full pot and a beautiful little earthenware mug. Pabu is safely away for the moment and he's holding three reams of text, pinned against his body under his arm... but. Hm, there's nowhere to sit.
He takes a moment to look over the options, searching for someone who seems like they might share their space with him. It's just too cold to sit outside in the street, and how would that look, anyway?
Aa- there. On a nice sofa to the side. They seem nice looking. Bolin takes a breath and approaches, light footed but friendly as he appears in Blue's space.]
Excuse me- sorry. All the tables are taken, would you mind if I joined you? I won't bother you.
[Blue doesn't even pretend to be surprised, having felt the soft poke of focus before any words were spoken. he lifts his head, fixing a thoughtful look upon the stranger that very quickly shifts to something kinder.
with a small smile:] I won't mind a bother. [he gestures:] Please.
[with that said, the statue-still lion laying at his feet stirs, rising and moving over to sit at Blue's side of the sofa, giving Bolin the legroom needed to actually approach to sit.]
Likewise, I won't bother you...unless you wish for me to.
[Oh! wow- he didn't even see that big cat, there. Bolin watches wide eyed for a moment before forcing himself not to stare and sit with thanks. He settles his tray and pours his tea (green, gunpowder by the smell of it) and settles the manuscripts into his lap before offering them to the stranger.]
I'm trying to pick what the next musical should be at The Raccoon Room. Have you heard of it? It's a venue in Cellar Door. I produced a show there last month and it went so well I want to start another.. but there are so many good ones to choose from.
[Blue already knows. he felt it. he still feels it. it's...
cold. emptiness pierces like a dagger, just as it's always done when Mu die. the snuffing of a beloved spark of life...even here...every time, it's still so cold.
while Blue lingers in the remains of severed and stretched-out cords, grief in solitude is the only response, thrumming and radiating out of the house like a fog and settling into stay just like the many, many roses sprung up in droves on its exterior. stems and thorns of his own wind around his heart, piercing and pulling at reason, choking and twisting it into bleaker forms that little beads of hope can barely pierce through. where they do, the light is skewed. everything is skewed.
why...have all this power...and not manage to take care of the ones he loves? why make bonds...that are broken the second foot is set out the door...? out there is the problem, isn't it? in here, though...
the lion will eventually join Flynn on the shore, eyes a dingy red with black sclera. it won't move, won't leave until Flynn does, and even when that does happen, he won't be allowing any path but the one back to the house - back home.]
[ A day later—when the numbness has settled in, when the camp is clean and there is only Flynn and Repede and the lion and the waves—Blue gets a picture.
In it, Flynn isn't smiling. He doesn't look happy, but he is alive, and he's leaning against the lion, the frame taken up mostly by mane and Flynn's tired, pale face.
It's just a little token that he's here, that Blue's care for him is noted. That eventually they will come home. ]
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action; nov 20th; in the backyard of the house
He and Yuri have been missing for nearly 24 hours now, which is not unusual, really: they both spend a lot of time out of the house patrolling and researching and working. Home is more like a base some of the time.
But usually, Flynn makes a point to text Blue that he will be home late. Today, he has not done that, and so there is silence for nearly a day and then a burst of rage and guilt and sorrow all at once, like a bomb exploding into the quiet evening air. Snow drifts down cold and sharp, and Flynn is barefoot and stumbling to his feet in icy mud, shouts Yuri's name and gets no answer because the Moon Presence saw fit only to yank one of them free. ]
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alone...truly alone, with no other minds to connect to. it's not something he's felt often for very long. the flickering candlelights of strangers beyond the cottage are just that - lights, nothing more. he's not tied to them. not like--]
-?!
[that crash of emotions was preceded by nothing, so its presence steals Blue's breath and leaves him prone and tensed up in bed while that fury washes over him. along with...something else. some celestial presence he's never perceived before, impossible to comprehend in the assault on his senses.
it takes a bit to realize the owner of that cacophony of emotions is Flynn, but when he does--]
Flynn--
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[ He says the name aloud to the cold air.
There is a voice in his mind, achingly familiar, and in Flynn's helpless anger it takes him a moment to place it. He's already at the back door with shaky cold fingers, trying to pry it open and sort of failing because his head is a few steps in front of that: get armor, get sword, get to the Tower, get Yuri. He knows he should slow down, he will slow down when he's outfitted, but for now he needs to act before the tide of guilt sweeps him away. ]
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[he's here, he's just--up. it's a struggle. even with the lion's help, stairs are a challenge in a hurry. especially in a hurry. in case Flynn can't catch the hint, the lion actually groans out a note in urgency that rattles the glass of the back door.
Blue clutches at the lion's mane, which is what keeps him from slipping straight down the stairs outright, breathless and afraid that if he is even a moment too slow, Flynn will be gone just as soon as he's appeared.]
Wait--
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cw: the whole sleeper farm thing
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action; nov 23rd
He's pretty sure Blue knows he's back. Blue knows a lot more than he lets on, a lot of the time, and Yuri hasn't asked the extent of it because he doesn't really want to know. He doesn't really know what to say, either. Doesn't want to hover at Blue's door to tell him he's back, feels strange and confused and so tired. He doesn't want to think about it, about what happened to him, doesn't want to dwell on it at all. He doesn't even really want to acknowledge it, and Flynn's concerned questions this morning made him more uncomfortable than not. Him and Repede are enough to contend with, Repede sticking close to Yuri's side, not letting him out of his sight. He even stood guard outside the bathroom earlier.
That doesn't stop him, however, from having brought the blanket Flynn gave him into the kitchen with him. He's this close to wearing it like a cape, but, no. It's hung over the back of one of the chairs. ]
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there's plenty that keeps him from appearing right away, most of which is his own body. so while Blue himself didn't immediately rush to greet the weary and wounded man, the omen did, and gave Blue eyes with which to see him up close, to discern his state outwardly as well as inward.
that's about all the smothering Yuri gets until he's moving about on his own. then there's some noticeable creaking from the stairs as Blue makes the slow and careful descent, steadying at the base with the omen at his side before appearing in view at the threshold of the kitchen. and if all that wasn't enough, there's a huff from the lion to interrupt any silence that might think to get too pervasive.]
...Yuri.
[Blue's expression is knit with empathy; the weight of Yuri's weariness is palpable, but he's grateful it's there at all. better to have it than not have Yuri here at all.]
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He glances back at the sound of his name and offers Blue a small smile. ]
Hey, Blue.
[ Like nothing's wrong. Like he wasn't gone for five days, trapped in that place, somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness, between his own mind and something else that kept trying to take over. ]
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...but they aren't entirely despised, either, because is it not human nature to want to feel cared for?
still, likely a bad move to touch or even think of a hug while he's in the midst of cooking, so Blue holds back on that impulse, instead redirecting that energy to simply moving into the kitchen proper.]
I'm grateful...you've come back.
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He stumbles down the short hall, looking between the stairs and the other door. Stairs make more sense, and he goes for them, even if his arms are getting tired from holding the sword up. Feelings are rolling off of him: fear, anxiety, confusion, all wrapped up in a small body that, similar to the older Yuri, doesn't want to let any of those feelings on, but he's much less practiced at it.
He almost gets the sword stuck at the bottom of the stairs, tripping over his own feet as he heads for the door ]
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-!
[that determination to escape is cut short by alarm as the boy trips down the stairs, prompting Blue to push himself partly up off the couch and turn toward him. the lion, ears perked, lifts himself up off the floor and fixes his gaze on him as well.]
Yuri, wait--
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You're with him!
[ The kidnapper, the guy in his bed pretending to be Flynn. Yuri's eyes flick between Blue and the lion, not knowing how much of a threat the guy is, but a lion? That sure is a threat. A beast, inside?! How could this guy have tamed a beast? ]
Stay back!
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he does what the boy says, sitting back down on the edge of the cushion, turned more to his direction, leaving his hands palm out and in view. the lion relents by just sitting, tail curling around his paws.]
Please... I won't harm you. I don't wish to harm you.
You've...found yourself in a very strange situation, haven't you.
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group text to blue and flynn; February 11th
And after hearing about the bonding ceremonies, about how one of them lets you share your emotions with the people you're involved with, the people in your family. Yuri's never had a blood family, and he doesn't think Blue has either, and Flynn hasn't in a long time, but the three of them have created this little home together in Trench, have lived together for all these months, have supported each other through bad times and good, and both of them can share emotions, and he watches them from the outside, like he's watching two people speaking in a language he doesn't understand.
He could hold himself back, or he could step in, he could help himself, and them, too. He knows that Blue feels a bit at a loss, not being able to share emotions like he could with his people. If they did this ritual, they could all meet him at his level, or at least close. They could help him.
Even with all these thoughts, he isn't quite brave enough to broach the subject in person (and Flynn's so damn busy with the war camp, anyway).
But how does he even start this? How does he bring this up? Nerves clutch at his gut, and he tries, then tries again, and then again, until he settles on: ]
hey this is maybe going to be weird
but have you two heard about the bonding ceremonies
with doorway
the patron guy
[ Deep breath, you got this Yuri. (What if they say no? What if this is over stepping? What if this pushes them away) (maybe he deserves it, maybe that will end this happiness he's been letting himself have that he shouldn't) (maybe they do love him like they claim, maybe they'll be happy that he's trying to give something back to them) ]
theres one for families
that lets you share your feelings with them
but without talking or trying
like how you both do it
i thought maybe we could do that
so we can all talk like you do blue
[ He hits send, then stares at it for a long second before throwing his Omni away from him, covering his face with a hand (that's it, you did it, now just to see what happens).
Can't take it back now. ]
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Naturally, he's at the camp right now, secreted away in the strategy tents with ink all over his fingers and whirling thoughts of formations in his head that are driven neatly away by this. Flynn looks down at his mostly-completed personnel chart, over at his Omni, and pushes himself up from the desk to walk down toward the empty shore instead.
He can take a break for this.
It's a startling thing. Flynn has heard whispers of the bonds—in a camp full of people who love to read, how can he not—but he hadn't given them much thought until now. He never expected Yuri, of all people—Yuri who twists away from bonds like a startled cat, Yuri who Flynn still half-expects to say no, nevermind, not like this. Who he was afraid would look at Flynn so differently with Flynn's feelings flooding into him, would lock himself down so Flynn couldn't feel anything back—
but that's not fair, is it? To think of Yuri that way, when clearly that's... wrong.
It sends something warm and soft fluttering right through Flynn, enough to keep him warm even as he wanders along the half-frozen shore. ]
Do you know how it actually works? I've heard a few people around camp talking about them as a way to keep in contact during the battle.
I hadn't realized there was one that could do what our blood can.
[ Are you sure, he almost types, but deletes that, biting his own lip. This shouldn't be nervewracking, should it? Yuri is the one who proposed it. For families, which.
Isn't that what they are?
A little family, just the three of them. Flynn's heart does something odd against his ribs. ]
That sounds nice.
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but they should be home. safe. with him. it should be enough.
...it's not enough. he's not enough. what a wicked thought - a bent, crooked truth which is angled so the shadow it casts is far greater than its true scale. mountains from molehills, indeed.
they're gone right now, so it is only he and that shadow who sees the surprising string of notices. Blue reads them over multiple times with care, quietly and aloud, just to make sure he understands their meaning (the truest intentions will always be face-to-face, and he will likely have to wait for another nightfall for that).]
You mean to create a permanent, telepathic link together? As Mu do.
I would be biased in my answer...you already know it. [unequivocally yes.]
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It's strange, to create such an ultimatum of a question without seeing the other participants face to face.
With the stew on a simmer, Yuri finally gives in and lets himself look at the Omni, seeing responses from Flynn and Blue. His heart is in his throat and he's regretting asking (this might be it, he was too much, asked for too much) (but they love you, they want you to be happy, they've both said it). He reads through their messages, then reads through them again, and a different kind of nervousness settles in his gut.
They said yes. They both want to do it. At least, Blue does, and Flynn sounds like he does, he just needs more information. (they'll be too close, know too much, see right through him) (they already do, they can feel all of his feelings, see his thoughts, they know him maybe better than he knows himself).
Hands shaking a little, he manages to respond: ]
yeah
permanent empathetic link
i dont think its thoughts just feelings
its a ritual
a blood pact
you make a potion
and say some vows at sunset
and then youre bonded
i read a thing about it
ill bring it home
[ Which is probably surprising in and of itself. Yuri doesn't read, as a rule, but he had to know more, had the compulsion to know more about this because he suddenly wanted it, wanted it so very badly. He wants to have a family, to be that close with people, closer than humans usually can be. He wants that reassurance he's been getting from Flynn when they're in bed together, the love that radiates off of him.
Maybe this is selfish. Maybe they shouldn't do it, because it's selfish. He just wants to know that they want him there. ]
i thought it would be nice for you blue
since were not like the mu
but this could make us feel a little more like your home
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Thanks for dragging my ass out of that bar.
And listening to me.
I really needed it.
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I imagine so.
I'm very glad I was able to help.
Are you feeling better?
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I'm good. This month really fucked me up.
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Action, late feb but before Leviathan
It's over now, Mako and Wu are in wedded bliss, and it's just.. back to regular 'ol life for this guy.
Maybe it's time for him to take a moment for himself. Can't hurt, right? And tea is nice, so he heads to one of the many little tea houses that dot the city, tucked safely here and there in the deepest recesses where they're out of danger's way.
It's nice, this tea house, but it's always so busy. He's got his little tray, with a full pot and a beautiful little earthenware mug. Pabu is safely away for the moment and he's holding three reams of text, pinned against his body under his arm... but. Hm, there's nowhere to sit.
He takes a moment to look over the options, searching for someone who seems like they might share their space with him. It's just too cold to sit outside in the street, and how would that look, anyway?
Aa- there. On a nice sofa to the side. They seem nice looking. Bolin takes a breath and approaches, light footed but friendly as he appears in Blue's space.]
Excuse me- sorry. All the tables are taken, would you mind if I joined you? I won't bother you.
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with a small smile:] I won't mind a bother. [he gestures:] Please.
[with that said, the statue-still lion laying at his feet stirs, rising and moving over to sit at Blue's side of the sofa, giving Bolin the legroom needed to actually approach to sit.]
Likewise, I won't bother you...unless you wish for me to.
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I'm trying to pick what the next musical should be at The Raccoon Room. Have you heard of it? It's a venue in Cellar Door. I produced a show there last month and it went so well I want to start another.. but there are so many good ones to choose from.
[Clearly, he is very happy for the bother.]
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text; february 25th, after the leviathan's death, very late at night
Status report:
Leviathan dead
Yuri dead
I remain on the beach
When he is back I will be here
Mission success
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cold. emptiness pierces like a dagger, just as it's always done when Mu die. the snuffing of a beloved spark of life...even here...every time, it's still so cold.
while Blue lingers in the remains of severed and stretched-out cords, grief in solitude is the only response, thrumming and radiating out of the house like a fog and settling into stay just like the many, many roses sprung up in droves on its exterior. stems and thorns of his own wind around his heart, piercing and pulling at reason, choking and twisting it into bleaker forms that little beads of hope can barely pierce through. where they do, the light is skewed. everything is skewed.
why...have all this power...and not manage to take care of the ones he loves? why make bonds...that are broken the second foot is set out the door...? out there is the problem, isn't it? in here, though...
the lion will eventually join Flynn on the shore, eyes a dingy red with black sclera. it won't move, won't leave until Flynn does, and even when that does happen, he won't be allowing any path but the one back to the house - back home.]
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In it, Flynn isn't smiling. He doesn't look happy, but he is alive, and he's leaning against the lion, the frame taken up mostly by mane and Flynn's tired, pale face.
It's just a little token that he's here, that Blue's care for him is noted. That eventually they will come home. ]
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