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HELLO
"You've reached Elysium! Lost? Need an ear? I'm your guy! I'll get back to you as soon as I can."
GOODBYE
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But as the warmth settles in, he realises this angle isn't exactly ideal for catching Rafayel's expression. He tips his head back just a little, shifting until he can face him properly. Curiosity is written plain across his face. ]
On Terra, the race that hails from the sea are called Aegir. We Liberi share a country with them, and I've always wanted to understand them better. Circumstances make that difficult—but still. I want to believe that one day, living in harmony won't be such a distant idea.
[ His hand searches for Rafayel's, fingers finding his. He laces them together and gives a gentle squeeze. ]
One day, but not today?
[ teasing. ]
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You really think something like that is really possible...? [ about the idea of two very different entities coming together. occupying the same space didn't necessarily mean they had the same intentions; he can't say if liberi are any closer to humans, but rafayel can't stop his own mind from veering in that direction.
hence, he tries to recalibrate. he isn't sure what they are, but he does trust elysium. ... and this only seems to be solidified by the warmth of his hands. rafayel relaxes into the touch for a moment, before he eventually draws their hands upwards. just enough so he can lean forward and place a kiss on the back of elysium's hand. ]
You don't think seeing one person's hometown in one day is enough?
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You don't think we can be proof of that?
[ The sea and the sky, two concepts that couldn't be more diametrically opposed. There are things he has accepted he will never understand about the Aegir, but that doesn't necessarily mean they can't find common ground.
The fish may never glide the wind the way a bird can, just as the bird cannot dive to the ocean's deepest reaches. But a fish doesn't need to be a bird to understand the wind at its back, just as a bird doesn't need fins to feel the water beneath its feet. Is that not proof of coexistence in itself?
The mouth at the back of his hand tickles, instinct almost making him pull away. Instead, he laughs, slipping his hand free only to rest it against Rafayel's cheek. ]
Look at me. How can we be talking about seeing each other's hometowns if we don't have faith in us?
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Now you're getting ahead of yourself. [ but they're not words made to dismiss his claims. instead, there's a certain softness to it, as if to suggest that he wanted to believe in them. there's a certain poignance in his optimism ... and that thought continues to stay within him, even as he feels elysium hand leave his hold.
he would have instinctively pursed his lips, maybe in a weak attempt to put on an act of pouting, but the way the warmth returns against his cheek... makes him forget all about it. ] But, you have that much faith? Really? Then, you can prove it, right?
[ he says as he leans in, almost touching his lips to elysium's. ]
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[ Rafayel didn't have to do much at all, but the fact that he leans closer is encouragement enough to close the last bit of distance between them. It's a chaste press—perhaps not ideal, since both of their lips are either frozen or heavily Vaseline'd to protect against the cold if Elysium has his way. Still, it's tempting as it is to deepen the kiss and to warm in a completely different way, only—
He pulls back instead. They have to go slow… to show he cherishes him, yes? ]
There. Proof of—
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Not again.
[ sorry, he's not like. recoiling from rafayel out of disgust or anything, because he is very aware of how cold it is and the fact that they're kind of relying on each other here, but he is turning back around to bury his face in his knees nonetheless. why this. ]
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...? [ tilting his head.
he's not offended at least, mostly just confused. ] Listen, my lips aren't always this dry.
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[ Elysium, too, is good at larping he is normal… this is fine. ]