exsiliumlogs | [open] eyes on your goodbyes

Date & Time: Dec 5 - 20
Location: Moonbase
Characters: Blue, you
Summary: Can't shake those watcher ways (DEETS)
Warnings: ? notify me

While some rushed, leaping at the chance to leave, Blue lingered with the hesitant and stubborn who held back for a time. It wasn't for lack of curiosity; the artificial intelligence had given him the footage of life back in Exsilium, the possibility of life and continued hope. Fresh hope, even; who knew who was waiting for them below?

But after the whirlwind of conflict and mounting frustrations that suffocated the hold wall to wall, Blue longed for the chance to breathe again. And, in the same way one finds relief in opening the window of a stuffy house, Blue's mind and heart could feel refreshed...and itself again. It was easy to get lost in the emotions of others, so packed together and so heated; he needed time to recollect himself.

Recollect and reconsider. Collette had been right; it was time. And Gamora was right, too – there was too much chance for sinking back into the stagnant routines, broken up only by more disaster. He had a window of opportunity to consider, and it wasn't one to keep to himself.

The air of hope that came with the exodus bolstered the notion, and Blue, more himself again, could turn outward once more and consider these strange and fascinating people around him. It would be more on them than him, truly. He knew that. But he didn't know them.

So, by lingering as others prepared to leave, he gave his attention to the swirl of changing moods and thoughts, to the passing conversations and dreams around him – all the things within the reach of his mind. A little further than that, to those he deemed friends; their well-being mattered more than his, after all.

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[Galadriel's mood has improved a great deal since her husband's arrival. And why wouldn't it? A burden shared is a burden lessened, so they say, and he is the only person who she will trust with the entirety of her thoughts. It was not that her work was done, but rather that she had found more strength to help her with it.

So she busies herself with packing her own things and what herbs and medical supplies that she might carry with her. And in her free moments, she takes the time to admire the clear view of the stars. That is one thing that she will miss.

And naturally, Blue's attentions do not go unnoticed. There's a touch of amusement when he finds her mind- like someone unexpectedly finding a friend at their doorstep. The rest of her thoughts are as carefully contained as ever, but her improved mood does still manage to shine through. Hello, friend.]

[she comes to him like a distorted reflection: what she has gained, he has lost, and while she looks fondly out at starry horizons, he watches them with trepidation and years-old dread.

and her, too...radiant even in thought, while he can't help but grow meek; her impact is still strong, despite reassurances and time passed by.

it comes as a surprise, even if it shouldn't, given how easy it is now to let his mind wander without being smothered by the receding.]

Galadriel.

[even the name brings notion of light.]

You're still here...

For a time, at least. I have a few preparations to make before I leave this place. [Before she leaves the moon, that is. She'd rather be talking about going home, but that's a long way off. That's alright. She's patient.]

Do you intend to remain here?

[from where he stands, he still tilts and turns his head toward the direction he perceives the thought.]

For now, yes. I decided it was the right thing to do.

It is perhaps best that we do not all leave at once; I am reassured that at least one who I deem capable will remain. But it has been too long since I have felt the sun on my face and the wind in my hair. [Living on the moon is hard for an elf. She can do it, of course- Galadriel is nothing if not hardy. But it's hard enough on her heart being away from Arda, let alone any sort of natural environment at all.]

[hesitation, on his part. he can understand what she wants, but...] Have you seen them yet? The changes there... [cold. sparse.]

I have. [But she doesn't fear the cold- not for herself. She is a survivor of crossing of the Helcaraxë; this is nothing. It's the others for whom she fears- she's seen too many freeze to death. Too many who lay down to rest and never got back up. It's another reason she had to go- to help.] You needn't worry for me. I make my choices knowingly. And I will not be alone.

[there's the impression of a smile in his thoughts, the warmth in which they're conveyed.] I would never presume...you're strong, Galadriel. And if you have people with you that you trust...

[And there's the same warm feeling her thoughts- a smile for a smile.] Even the strongest need a few to worry for them on occasion. [This just isn't one of the occasions.] But I will have at my side those I trust most- in this world or any other.

Your daughter, right? [the word itself stands out for Blue, for the novelty it happens to be for him. but the last time that word appeared, strong feelings came with it.]

My daughter and now my husband. [And the feelings that accompany her answer now are equally strong- perhaps moreso, for now it's her love for two people shining through. So little of the family that she was born into remains- this, the family that she created, is all the more precious to her because of it.]

[these are things she can feel him reaching for – and then recoiling away from. he doesn't give himself a lot of quarter to harbor negative feelings of his own, and hers are the sort he has been severed from, or outright lacking in memory. he's jealous.

his voice is equally distant, and a shade apologetic for his weakness:] I'm glad. I'm glad you have them here, Galadriel.

[From her he will feel only compassion and understanding. It's not a weakness to feel pain, to feel loss, and he need never be apologetic for it, at least not to her.] I know you are, my friend. I would introduce you, if you would like.

[She can't give him family of his own and she can't really make him part of hers, but she can include him where she is able- she can make him feel loved and wanted.]

[there's hesitation here, a recoil from such generosity. it's an unconscious thing in him.]

That's kind of you. I...think it would be a good thing.

I will speak to them. [It wouldn't even occur to her to think of it as generosity. He has been kind to her and she has come to care about him; it only makes sense that she should wish to see him content.]

Thank you. [there's a slight pause.] Then, when I return to the Earth...I will seek you out.

I am glad. In the meantime, take care, my friend.

[open] eyes on your goodbyes

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