[ stop, don't just lean down and grin like that. it's enough to make her lean back against the door a bit slightly, but she stands her ground nonetheless and stares at him head-on. there's no use hiding the slight flush from her cheeks too, but... anyway.
at least he gets where she's coming from with this gift. it's the thought that counts, at the end of the day. can't really imagine him at his very lowest with how good he is at hiding it with his bluster and easygoing smile, but she supposes that navigators will encounter a blind spot or two inevitably.
she continues to be silent as elysium ruffles her hair, frowning a bit slightly at the sudden display of affection but otherwise doesn't make a move to shove his hand away. ]
You've already met my compass, so I figured that you needed something like that as a reminder too. [ ... ] Dante once told me that we are all captains of our own hearts. And while sometimes we let others take the helm when we happen to be sailing the same path, you still have to be the captain of your own ship at the end of the day.
[ a small huff, as she takes the hand from her head by the wrist. ]
We may all come together tomorrow, but there will come a time where either of us will vanish from this world one day. We're not meant to stay here for too long [ she's not even going to verbally point out the probability that elysium will leave first. somehow she knows this. it almost always happens, and by now she's used to it. ] I just hope that you'll be able to find your way to your Elysium no matter what happens.
[ cute!! the thought crosses his mind to boop her nose, the playful urge tugging at him like a child drawn to a particularly tantalising prank. But he stops himself, the ghost of a knowing smirk playing at his lips. He's well aware of what he's doing—pushing their boundaries just enough to see her cheeks pinken, but not so far as to risk ruining the moment entirely.
A little restraint, after all, goes a long way. ]
What wise words. But if I had to make a modification, I wouldn't make it sound so solitary. Sure, we're all the captains of our own ship, but crews are never comprised of a single person; isn't that the difference between commandeering a sailboat and a full-fledged ship? Without our first officer, our navigator, our engineer, and the rest of our seamen, we'd never reach any worthwhile destination on our own. And, there's no shame about that.
[ Then, it's instinctive, more than anything, the way he reacts when she takes his hand by the wrist. His body moves almost reflexively, twisting his arm at an angle, and his fingers close around hers with a firm, steady grip. The touch is brief, but it holds a certain strength, a silent acknowledgement of her own words. After a heartbeat, he lets go, returning their hands to their sides with the same calm composure. ]
… Uh huh. I will. In ways, I already have. So, you needn't worry about me so incessantly. Crews aren't meant to consist of just two people either—so I hope you continue to cherish each of your bonds just as deeply.
[ leaning back now, ]
Don't let your arguments run for so long again, yeah? [ the burlap sack won't be there next time. ]
For the record, I wasn't thinking of a sailboat or a big ship or something like that. I was more or less describing a skiff. [ a soft laugh. ] But yeah, you're right. Wish that old hag had understood it from the beginning.
[ instead, the pequod had gone around and around in circles until its very demise thanks to its captain. ishmael was so close to ending up like her, only to be stopped just in time because of the very bonds she'd built on the bus. and it's something that she'll forever hold on to, like the ropes that had saved her life that day.
another bout of silence fills the air, which perplexes her somewhat. she's usually capable of speaking her mind, but elysium has an uncanny way of seeing right through her that she can't help but hold up her walls in self-defense anyway. regardless, she swallows her trepidation down and makes herself smile. after all, he seemed to like the gift she'd gotten him. ]
Anyway, you probably have other people to deliver gifts to, so I'm gonna leave you to it.
[ the door slides open behind her. ]
...I'll see you around?
[ yet that odd feeling of uncertainty remains. it's probably nothing. ]
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at least he gets where she's coming from with this gift. it's the thought that counts, at the end of the day. can't really imagine him at his very lowest with how good he is at hiding it with his bluster and easygoing smile, but she supposes that navigators will encounter a blind spot or two inevitably.
she continues to be silent as elysium ruffles her hair, frowning a bit slightly at the sudden display of affection but otherwise doesn't make a move to shove his hand away. ]
You've already met my compass, so I figured that you needed something like that as a reminder too. [ ... ] Dante once told me that we are all captains of our own hearts. And while sometimes we let others take the helm when we happen to be sailing the same path, you still have to be the captain of your own ship at the end of the day.
[ a small huff, as she takes the hand from her head by the wrist. ]
We may all come together tomorrow, but there will come a time where either of us will vanish from this world one day. We're not meant to stay here for too long [ she's not even going to verbally point out the probability that elysium will leave first. somehow she knows this. it almost always happens, and by now she's used to it. ] I just hope that you'll be able to find your way to your Elysium no matter what happens.
Okay?
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A little restraint, after all, goes a long way. ]
What wise words. But if I had to make a modification, I wouldn't make it sound so solitary. Sure, we're all the captains of our own ship, but crews are never comprised of a single person; isn't that the difference between commandeering a sailboat and a full-fledged ship? Without our first officer, our navigator, our engineer, and the rest of our seamen, we'd never reach any worthwhile destination on our own. And, there's no shame about that.
[ Then, it's instinctive, more than anything, the way he reacts when she takes his hand by the wrist. His body moves almost reflexively, twisting his arm at an angle, and his fingers close around hers with a firm, steady grip. The touch is brief, but it holds a certain strength, a silent acknowledgement of her own words. After a heartbeat, he lets go, returning their hands to their sides with the same calm composure. ]
… Uh huh. I will. In ways, I already have. So, you needn't worry about me so incessantly. Crews aren't meant to consist of just two people either—so I hope you continue to cherish each of your bonds just as deeply.
[ leaning back now, ]
Don't let your arguments run for so long again, yeah? [ the burlap sack won't be there next time. ]
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nope, she's going to reach over and pinch at his cheek hard. ]
I still have to get you back for that. Asshole.
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For the record, I wasn't thinking of a sailboat or a big ship or something like that. I was more or less describing a skiff. [ a soft laugh. ] But yeah, you're right. Wish that old hag had understood it from the beginning.
[ instead, the pequod had gone around and around in circles until its very demise thanks to its captain. ishmael was so close to ending up like her, only to be stopped just in time because of the very bonds she'd built on the bus. and it's something that she'll forever hold on to, like the ropes that had saved her life that day.
another bout of silence fills the air, which perplexes her somewhat. she's usually capable of speaking her mind, but elysium has an uncanny way of seeing right through her that she can't help but hold up her walls in self-defense anyway. regardless, she swallows her trepidation down and makes herself smile. after all, he seemed to like the gift she'd gotten him. ]
Anyway, you probably have other people to deliver gifts to, so I'm gonna leave you to it.
[ the door slides open behind her. ]
...I'll see you around?
[ yet that odd feeling of uncertainty remains. it's probably nothing. ]