[open] eyes on your goodbyes

[firstroar]

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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[inafadingcrown]

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.]

[firstroar]

[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.

[inafadingcrown]

[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.]

[firstroar]

[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.

[inafadingcrown]

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.]

[firstroar]

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

[inafadingcrown]

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