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[righteously]

WHO: Various!
WHERE: The Aerie
WHEN: July 2512 (November 2020)
WHAT: Consolidated Event Threads
NOTES OR WARNINGS: extreme violence, angst, adult language, potentially explicit content.

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[wittingly]

( A lot of his emotions feel... distant. Muted. It's like being underwater, trying to listen to music playing above the surface. He's grateful, appreciative. Fond. All of those things, of course he is, but they're like shadows. )

Thank you.

( He'd have made a joke, before. Something about the worst threat of all being hypothermia. Now, there's mostly just quiet for long stretches. )

I don't think it's set in yet.

( He admits, voice small and tentative. )

That I'm here. Home. I keep... realizing it, but it doesn't... stick.

[evocation]

You've been in front of fucking cameras for like three weeks.

[She doesn't mean to sound heated, but it sneaks in anyway. Kyna has never put a huge amount of thought into the Quarry—it's just there, a force of nature like the tides. Watching him go through it has been entirely different.

He probably doesn't need more anger, though, so she lets out a breath, focusing on her fingers through his hair. When she continues, it's quieter.]

It'll stick. Things will feel normal again. I'll just annoy you until they do.

[wittingly]

( If it makes her feel any better, the heat in her tone doesn't evoke much of a response from him. It doesn't really penetrate the fog any more than calmness does.

What does help is the feeling of her fingers running through his hair. It makes a few tense muscles relax, makes his eyes slit to something more half-lidded. Still unfocused, still settled on nothing in particular on the ceiling. )

Yeah.

( A quiet murmur, an easy relent. )

I hope so.

( But somehow he gets the feeling normal's going to have a new definition from now on. )