elysia is poly friendly even if lucas isn't. it's always about the connection for elysia. to surround herself with the people she loves is the closest to paradise she'll ever be. she's a flower that turns to the warmth of the sun of love. ]
Yeah, but I'll look forward to every future moment with you, too.
This is the true reason they wouldn't work out, Elysia is ready to poly and Lucas is a onceler.]
Why don't we get started on enjoying those future moments here and now, then? We can go watch the fireworks in the village, or the lights in the sky after.
[Their whirlwind romance that is then followed by Elysia fucking dying.]
she laces their fingers together, so even if it's a loose hold, they're harder to separate. she won't mind if he stares at her the whole time. she might even genuinely get a little shy instead of in a performative way. ]
You'll always be more beautiful than the lights to me.
[ she means that in more than sight.
you can be free from tagging a dead person, continue to be hopelessly in love, or they can open the door into the funhouse. ]
The cuteness of a genuinely shy Elysia... Amazing. Lucas doesn't deserve this at all and i refuse to let go of my ara bara bearcells threads, so they can open the door into the funhouse instead. Hell! There's like, a microfraction of hesitance as he steps through and sees the fucking mirrors again.]
Oh, my... It looks like we'll have to take a little detour on the way to our date...
[HE'S TIRED. But hilariously, even though there's a little itch at the back of his mind, he's not all that worried about being here. A lot of the memories he's seen have never happened to him before, and even the gruesome ones are things he's only performatively sorry about. Just sorry about in the sense that he's still sane enough to know no one likes watching things that look like humans be "killed".]
[ the microfraction... she notices, but she won't comment for now. elysia has experience having her memories on display, so she has less hesitation.
he may still have a shred of sanity left to know to be performative and know what others won't understand about his fragile mentality, but elysia tugs his hand to leave.
she turns for the door out and reaches for the handle, but of course, it doesn't open. ]
[He just smiles, seemingly unbothered by the fact that they are once again trapped like rats in this fucking maze that has given him such a headache.]
Then we'll just have to carry on.
[He'll lift her hand up so he can gently dust a kiss over the back of her knuckles since he is still so in love with her about it, but turn to start leading the way down a hall after that. ESCAPE... ESCAPE!!!!! are you going to government assign me again should i government assign you]
[ she leans up to kiss him on the cheek, which gets reflected from a great many angles and warped through another number of wacky mirrors.
and then they both disappear from the mirror surface. do you know some of her most tragic moments are only referenced in the story to so we can infer an outline but not that many details? it kills an ara.
This is so adorable though NOOOOOO HER FUCKING STORYBOOK NAME!!!! Lucas watches this memory unfold quietly, a little worried at first that it might be something unpleasant or painful (for Elysia herself; he's not worried about anything that he might see, since he's sure he'll love her regardless). But it's a very precious memory, and as it ends and begins its loop, he just moves to wrap her up in another fond hug.]
What a precious name! The paradise beyond the world's end... I think it suits you just beautifully, my dear.
[IT'S ONLY A FOOTNOTE fucking help. Good for them keeping their secrets by virtue of just not wanting to think about the details.]
I agree. A name that calls out to you in such a way is surely meant to be... I don't think anyone could ever get tired of hearing it or saying it. [As if to punctuate his point, he gives her a lil squeeze and a teasing, gentle:] Elysia.
[Not the ten footnotes WRITE A REAL STORYLINE ABOUT IT HYV.
He is so spoiled with sweet kisses from the true most desirable bachelorette in this god-forsaken Heaven, but at least he knows how lucky he is. This will continue to remain true even after the romantic love fades and he is just left with his normal levels of fondness.
But for now! He gets to indulge, spinning the two of them around a bit with a light and airy laugh, and returning her kiss with two more of his own, light and adoring.]
I know I'd never get tired of it. [Said so certainly!!] That was the orphanage you spoke of earlier, then...?
[ she laughs as he spins them, laughing into his first kiss but not the second. she threads her fingers through his hair and rests her forehead against his. ]
Yeah, it is. That's the only one I lived in before I left to see what I could of the world. To see if there was a paradise that could be found.
[It's a very sweet story with a very sad ending, and his expression shifts a little, reflecting that quiet, slight melancholy. Being so in love with Elysia does not mean his brainworms are gone, though, so he doesn't focus overly-long on the part where she's so Reliver-adjacent.]
I suppose that for a person like you, even such a warm and loving orphanage would be a nest you'd surely outgrow in due time... I only wish that your travels had been fruitful and blessed until the very end.
A practice of not having regrets? Perhaps I ought to take after you in that way, then... Though I do think I have few.
[There's a curious little look as she starts to undo his braid, but he will allow this to happen! He just keeps looking at her with such soft fondness, ignoring these fuckin mirrors even though they should be leaving.]
[ it's better to not have friends at that point. ]
Regrets are natural. It's not like we can always choose what's best for us in the moment. I don't think I always make good decisions, but I do think it's better for me if I don't always hold myself back.
[ for now, it just seems like she wants to comb her fingers through his hair. they really could just leave.
he could walk them both out like he did with his group coming back from cyoa today. ]
Even if someday you come to regret me, I won't regret you.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
elysia is poly friendly even if lucas isn't. it's always about the connection for elysia. to surround herself with the people she loves is the closest to paradise she'll ever be. she's a flower that turns to the warmth of the sun of love. ]
Yeah, but I'll look forward to every future moment with you, too.
[ for however long that'll last.
less than a day. ]
no subject
This is the true reason they wouldn't work out, Elysia is ready to poly and Lucas is a onceler.]
Why don't we get started on enjoying those future moments here and now, then? We can go watch the fireworks in the village, or the lights in the sky after.
[Their whirlwind romance that is then followed by Elysia fucking dying.]
no subject
she reaches for his hand. ]
The lights are more beautiful to me.
[ it's fine.... he no longer has to deal with the fallout (there would have been none from elysia even if she weren't dead). ]
no subject
He'll take her hand, though, holding it loosely but with warmth.]
Then we'll watch the lights.
[He'll be busy staring at her like the whole time but that's fine.]
no subject
she laces their fingers together, so even if it's a loose hold, they're harder to separate. she won't mind if he stares at her the whole time. she might even genuinely get a little shy instead of in a performative way. ]
You'll always be more beautiful than the lights to me.
[ she means that in more than sight.
you can be free from tagging a dead person, continue to be hopelessly in love, or they can open the door into the funhouse. ]
no subject
The cuteness of a genuinely shy Elysia... Amazing. Lucas doesn't deserve this at all and i refuse to let go of my ara bara bearcells threads, so they can open the door into the funhouse instead. Hell! There's like, a microfraction of hesitance as he steps through and sees the fucking mirrors again.]
Oh, my... It looks like we'll have to take a little detour on the way to our date...
[HE'S TIRED. But hilariously, even though there's a little itch at the back of his mind, he's not all that worried about being here. A lot of the memories he's seen have never happened to him before, and even the gruesome ones are things he's only performatively sorry about. Just sorry about in the sense that he's still sane enough to know no one likes watching things that look like humans be "killed".]
Shall we head toward the exit, my dear?
no subject
he may still have a shred of sanity left to know to be performative and know what others won't understand about his fragile mentality, but elysia tugs his hand to leave.
she turns for the door out and reaches for the handle, but of course, it doesn't open. ]
I don't think we have a choice.
[ she's apologetic. ]
no subject
Then we'll just have to carry on.
[He'll lift her hand up so he can gently dust a kiss over the back of her knuckles since he is still so in love with her about it, but turn to start leading the way down a hall after that. ESCAPE... ESCAPE!!!!! are you going to government assign me again should i government assign you]
no subject
I'm not afraid for you to see any part of me, nor will I shy away from anything I see from you.
[ through the maze of mirrors they go. ]
no subject
[THROUGH THE MAZE THEY GO. i make you go first i went first last time hits you with a stick]
no subject
and then they both disappear from the mirror surface. do you know some of her most tragic moments are only referenced in the story to so we can infer an outline but not that many details? it kills an ara.
lucas can witness elysia's beginnings. her origin. and how she received her name. (7:17 to 10:52) ]
no subject
This is so adorable though NOOOOOO HER FUCKING STORYBOOK NAME!!!! Lucas watches this memory unfold quietly, a little worried at first that it might be something unpleasant or painful (for Elysia herself; he's not worried about anything that he might see, since he's sure he'll love her regardless). But it's a very precious memory, and as it ends and begins its loop, he just moves to wrap her up in another fond hug.]
What a precious name! The paradise beyond the world's end... I think it suits you just beautifully, my dear.
no subject
it's a very cute childhood. she was raised with love, and she loved everyone she grew up with. not all good things last, but it's fine.
it's so easy to hug him back, her arms encircling him like it's natural. ]
I thought it was perfect for me, too. It'd be weird for me to have any other name.
no subject
I agree. A name that calls out to you in such a way is surely meant to be... I don't think anyone could ever get tired of hearing it or saying it. [As if to punctuate his point, he gives her a lil squeeze and a teasing, gentle:] Elysia.
no subject
she's not a coward, so she kisses him while she's in his arms. it's such a sweet sentiment that he said. how couldn't she answer it? ]
I'd like that to be true, but I'd like it to be the most true with you. You're the one I love most, after all.
[ for today, at least. ]
no subject
He is so spoiled with sweet kisses from the true most desirable bachelorette in this god-forsaken Heaven, but at least he knows how lucky he is. This will continue to remain true even after the romantic love fades and he is just left with his normal levels of fondness.
But for now! He gets to indulge, spinning the two of them around a bit with a light and airy laugh, and returning her kiss with two more of his own, light and adoring.]
I know I'd never get tired of it. [Said so certainly!!] That was the orphanage you spoke of earlier, then...?
no subject
Yeah, it is. That's the only one I lived in before I left to see what I could of the world. To see if there was a paradise that could be found.
no subject
I suppose that for a person like you, even such a warm and loving orphanage would be a nest you'd surely outgrow in due time... I only wish that your travels had been fruitful and blessed until the very end.
no subject
I didn't want to outgrow them. My travels shaped me to be the person I am today, so I don't regret anything that happened.
no subject
You seem to me like the sort of person who regrets very little in your life.
[He says it fondly, gently brushing some hair from her face.]
no subject
I try to make it a habit. Or a practice? Life is better that way.
[ she starts slowly undoing his braid. ]
You'll be one of them, too.
[ something she won't regret. ]
no subject
A practice of not having regrets? Perhaps I ought to take after you in that way, then... Though I do think I have few.
[There's a curious little look as she starts to undo his braid, but he will allow this to happen! He just keeps looking at her with such soft fondness, ignoring these fuckin mirrors even though they should be leaving.]
I'd hope that you wouldn't regret me.
no subject
Regrets are natural. It's not like we can always choose what's best for us in the moment. I don't think I always make good decisions, but I do think it's better for me if I don't always hold myself back.
[ for now, it just seems like she wants to comb her fingers through his hair. they really could just leave.
he could walk them both out like he did with his group coming back from cyoa today. ]
Even if someday you come to regret me, I won't regret you.
no subject
You'd rather regret the things that you did do than then things you didn't - something like that, maybe?
[But he just looks at her with such adoration! Just big ol' eyes full of so many feelings.]
There's no way that I could ever come to regret you...
no subject
Yeah, you got it. At least I don't have to stay wondering. I'd prefer to do something over thinking about it.
Like this.
[ she looks into his big ol' eyes full of so many feelings before kissing him again. ]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)