[his reaction to hearing his old name is almost visceral: like a glass of cold water to the face. he would have bristled, but then her hand touched his back, and the knee-jerk reaction passed. instantly.]
... Um.
[he's suddenly not quite sure what to do. sit down, yes, that's painfully obvious. but a chair, or ... The Couch and all its implications of closer proximity? because after that hug, he's realized he wants more of that. especially from her. he's not sure why that's so abundantly clear to him all of a sudden.
only ... he is. he's absolutely sure. everyone else he cared about is gone. and she's still here. and he's realizing he cares more about her than any of them - no, fuck it, if Gabriel could see it the last time they spoke, he may as well be plain about it, even if it's just in his own head.
he loves her.
he loves her, and she's making him tea, and listening to him, and worried about him, and asking him to sit down.
this .... is not a situation he has ever been in. Mom didn't count. Mom had been programmed to do those things. Celeste is anything but programmed. Haltingly, he moves toward the couch and sits down]
'Kay. I didn't - um. I don't know what happened. I just ... collapsed. Next thing I knew, it had been a month. Noa said it had something to do with a Fog-created artifact that was destroyed on the ground the graveyard was built on...
[is he rambling because he doesn't know what to do? absolutely. he's even picking at a loose thread on his sleeve. fastidious, in-control, matter-of-fact Horatio is a few words away from falling apart, and from some corner of his mind he's watching himself and screaming 'stop that, just shut up, she's going to eat you alive if you keep this up'...]
Which, I mean, you wouldn't think that something magical could leave anything behind, but the more I think about it, the more it makes a sort of sense, because nuclear warheads do the same thing, right? It's just entropy ... only ... with magic ...
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Date: 2022-01-07 03:32 am (UTC)... Um.
[he's suddenly not quite sure what to do. sit down, yes, that's painfully obvious. but a chair, or ... The Couch and all its implications of closer proximity? because after that hug, he's realized he wants more of that. especially from her. he's not sure why that's so abundantly clear to him all of a sudden.
only ... he is. he's absolutely sure. everyone else he cared about is gone. and she's still here. and he's realizing he cares more about her than any of them - no, fuck it, if Gabriel could see it the last time they spoke, he may as well be plain about it, even if it's just in his own head.
he loves her.
he loves her, and she's making him tea, and listening to him, and worried about him, and asking him to sit down.
this .... is not a situation he has ever been in. Mom didn't count. Mom had been programmed to do those things. Celeste is anything but programmed. Haltingly, he moves toward the couch and sits down]
'Kay. I didn't - um. I don't know what happened. I just ... collapsed. Next thing I knew, it had been a month. Noa said it had something to do with a Fog-created artifact that was destroyed on the ground the graveyard was built on...
[is he rambling because he doesn't know what to do? absolutely. he's even picking at a loose thread on his sleeve. fastidious, in-control, matter-of-fact Horatio is a few words away from falling apart, and from some corner of his mind he's watching himself and screaming 'stop that, just shut up, she's going to eat you alive if you keep this up'...]
Which, I mean, you wouldn't think that something magical could leave anything behind, but the more I think about it, the more it makes a sort of sense, because nuclear warheads do the same thing, right? It's just entropy ... only ... with magic ...