Who: Cidolfus Telamon & Benedikta Harman. Status: Closed. Where: The Roost, The Farplane. What: Cid and Benedikta move to a new house in the Roost. Event stuff later. Warnings: The usual. :)
[She took it because she remembers what Cid had told her not so long ago in the cabin of that ship. After they had both donned Commander costumes and played the part. That guilt surrounding the demise of his people had followed her all the way to today, and perhaps this is the selfish part of this wish—trying to make it easier to shoulder that guilt now.
Her lips tug at Anni's name beneath Owen's.]
Do you think? [She motions to the paper.] I very much looked up to her. I wished to be like Anni when was just a girl.
[She would have been honoured to be their sister.]
I never grew up with girls, so I think that is partly why I took them so quickly. Maybe a part of me had always wanted to be around them.
[She thinks back, trying to remember if she'd had any other female influence in her life, but... those are the only two that come to mind in a world filled with and ruled by men.]
I do find myself missing them... from time to time.
[Her shoulder bumps against his, a soft and silent seeking of comfort.]
[Feeling her shoulder bumping against his, he quietly smiles as he brings his arm around her shoulders, hugging her to him.]
Aye, me, too. But at least we can keep them in our memories.
[And...admittedly, it's been a very long time since he's ever spoken about them. After all, who could he talk to? Otto, perhaps. Mid was still too young to really remember them well. So he really this may be the first time since the night he revealed that grief to her.
With that in mind, he gives her shoulder a squeeze.]
C'mon, let's talk about the others before their spirits somehow make their way here in a fit of jealousy.
[That draws a much-needed laugh out of her, pulling Benedikta out of her thoughts and the old memories. She wondered if they would be lost and weathered by time, but she recalls the day that she met them just as clearly now, as if it were yesterday. Could it be this place helping her remember easier? Or had she cherished them more than she thought...?
Either way, the two of them continue to write, with Rolf and Tore at the end, both with equally fond memories. She'd learned a lot from them, too, especially in the later years. Were it not for them, she might not be as good a scout or a spy as she had been.
Together, they tie the paper to the tree, and Benedikta closes her eyes to the breeze that rustles the leaves and branches. Maybe, somewhere in the universe, they had heard their well wishes.
And just when it looks like they may be finished...]
There is... one more, Cidolfus.
[... She has one piece of paper left, and she holds it with a weight in her shoulders, her voice tense.]
[It's actually freeing being able to talk about them like this, and he also wonders if this realm is making it easier. That want to let go of more burdensome thoughts and instead revel in the better memories. To become more at peace of this part of his past. It coming on the heels of Ultima somewhat helps as well. Perhaps this may help relieve him of that guilt, to better help him move forward again. And even if their spirits are not here he can already imagine, practically feel them pushing him. The fallen of the Hideaway, too, their names together so that there are slips of paper tied in a row.]
One more?
[A slight arch of the brow, wondering what else or who else she could wish for.]
[There's a long pause as she stares down at the blank piece of paper that she holds between them, the corners crinkling again under that nervous fidgeting that she's doing, rolling the edges between her fingers.]
I... it's silly...
[And now she suddenly feels self-conscious about it. Embarrassed. Unsure. She keeps her eyes cast down, unable to look at him to see the look on his face as she admits.]
[His eyes widen slightly before he smiles, once again finding her all too adorable. His hand will reach out to gently rest over hers as he steps in closer.]
It seems we think too similarly these days. I wanted to write one for us, too.
[Well, he can certainly consider her surprised about it, but it doesn't take long for it to fade into a grateful, and somewhat somber, smile. Somber because of the nature of things... those things that hang between them that neither of them have said quite yet.]
Maybe... Or it may come in bits and pieces over time.
[He smiles fondly at her then.]
Either way, I'm sure we'll do our own part to make them come true.
[They are both far too familiar and experienced to not rely on wishes...but that doesn't mean that can't have any at all. A wish to remind them of what they want and strive to make it come true one way or another.]
[He does have a way with words, and she just smiles at him with a knowing glint in her eyes before she watches him write. Her arms go around him, her head on his shoulder as she finishes off the wish.]
"And all of the futures to come, in this realm, and beyond."
[He will always look at her for she is very cute when embarrassed.
However, while that may have sounded the end of it.... He's going to take that pen and with a mischievous grin he starts speaking before actually writing anything.]
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They were quite taken with you from the start and always considered you as one of our own.
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They were good people. ... I should have aspired to be more like them.
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Never too late now. I think you still have some of them in you.
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Her lips tug at Anni's name beneath Owen's.]
Do you think? [She motions to the paper.] I very much looked up to her. I wished to be like Anni when was just a girl.
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[A wry grin as those fond memories slowly come through.]
Always used to having to look after and mend everyone, it's no surprise, really. She and Karina really treated you like a little sister of sorts.
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I never grew up with girls, so I think that is partly why I took them so quickly. Maybe a part of me had always wanted to be around them.
[She thinks back, trying to remember if she'd had any other female influence in her life, but... those are the only two that come to mind in a world filled with and ruled by men.]
I do find myself missing them... from time to time.
[Her shoulder bumps against his, a soft and silent seeking of comfort.]
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Aye, me, too. But at least we can keep them in our memories.
[And...admittedly, it's been a very long time since he's ever spoken about them. After all, who could he talk to? Otto, perhaps. Mid was still too young to really remember them well. So he really this may be the first time since the night he revealed that grief to her.
With that in mind, he gives her shoulder a squeeze.]
C'mon, let's talk about the others before their spirits somehow make their way here in a fit of jealousy.
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Either way, the two of them continue to write, with Rolf and Tore at the end, both with equally fond memories. She'd learned a lot from them, too, especially in the later years. Were it not for them, she might not be as good a scout or a spy as she had been.
Together, they tie the paper to the tree, and Benedikta closes her eyes to the breeze that rustles the leaves and branches. Maybe, somewhere in the universe, they had heard their well wishes.
And just when it looks like they may be finished...]
There is... one more, Cidolfus.
[... She has one piece of paper left, and she holds it with a weight in her shoulders, her voice tense.]
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One more?
[A slight arch of the brow, wondering what else or who else she could wish for.]
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I... it's silly...
[And now she suddenly feels self-conscious about it. Embarrassed. Unsure. She keeps her eyes cast down, unable to look at him to see the look on his face as she admits.]
I... want to write a wish for... us...
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It seems we think too similarly these days. I wanted to write one for us, too.
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... Really?
[She huffs with a soft laugh and hands the paper to him.]
Perhaps it's not so silly after all...
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What, I'd think it more surprising if I didn't take the opportunity to make a wish for ourselves.
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Do you suppose it will come true right away?
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[He smiles fondly at her then.]
Either way, I'm sure we'll do our own part to make them come true.
[They are both far too familiar and experienced to not rely on wishes...but that doesn't mean that can't have any at all. A wish to remind them of what they want and strive to make it come true one way or another.]
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[She leans into him for a moment, bumping their bodies together in another silent show of her gratitude before she's handing him her pen.]
You wish to do the honours first?
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[He just chuckles as he takes the pen, watching her for a moment before he starts writing...
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And reading it aloud as he writes unless she stops him—]
"For us, and for our future—"
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"And all of the futures to come, in this realm, and beyond."
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"To never give up hope and to keep persevering."
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She takes the pen from him and writes one more word beneath it.]
"Together."
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However, while that may have sounded the end of it.... He's going to take that pen and with a mischievous grin he starts speaking before actually writing anything.]
"And that she'll finally accept my proposal—"
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Cidolfus! You already know...
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Still wouldn't mind a definitive answer...
[Now he's just being mean.]
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>>> and now things are weird
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