[Loki lets the memory wash over him. Takes it in. It is a story in a different format, but it is a story all the same.
It's unfamiliar for once too. Strange to see the differences in the universes, this was a knot he had not fully considered, even after keeping an eye on his Billy Kaplan for so long.
And it is different from Loki's story as well, as Phoenix said it would be. But there's the lingering themes, the leitmotifs.
From death, a new chance. The need to be what others see in you. The desire to live.
The feeling does not fade entirely when the other leaves his mind, for these are all feelings Loki knows well. (He did absolutely kill him, but you know. They've already talked about how it's different.)
When he opens his eyes, he grins impishly. Perhaps the proper reaction would be to thank him for sharing this part of himself, for being vulnerable with him...
But Loki is Loki, and so he says,]
Would you look at us! Romance of the Bodysnatchers, coming this summer!
[And then his expression softens.]
All stories have to end. It's part of what makes the storyteller so cruel, they know from the beginning that eventually they will have to leave the reader. So they work hard to make it worth it. They shove in all the ideas they can think of, all the drama, all the heartbreak, and all the joy too. I'm glad we could write this one together.
[ If this was William, he never would have shared. Not after Tommy's reaction. Not after knowing Billy's, either. He knows that part of their story is different and, whatever else comes after, his beginning was worse. But the thing with the William here - or who was here - is was far more the protective side that was Billy than he was William. To survive here. ]
[ Phoenix is gentler, in a way, or the truth is he's less afraid of sharing. How can he not be? When sharing was how the boat had worked, a constant influx of it. Where he shared every memory with Gingham, good or bad (though he tried to be careful with the worst ones). This was easier even if he feels a lingering since of worry as he pulls away mentally. ]
[ Loki grins and Phoenix shakes his head. He doesn't deny the something that clenches around his heart at the phrase bodysnatcher - because that's what he is. That's what they are. That's what he isn't, too, he quietly tells himself. ]
Why are you making it sound like you're breaking up with me - don't tell me the summer fling is that quick?
[ It's a joke, teasing in every since of the word. Because he may not know him well, really, but he knows - this is Loki and he's also right. The Showmaster had said it too, that the story would end and it'd probably be bittersweet. Just as he said it then he says now - ]
I want to believe this ending can have more joy, too. It has to, right? I think we've both had our fair share of sucky endings. [ ... ] But I am glad, to have met you too in this way.
Technically, we've yet to put a label on it! And it can't be a summer fling when summer itself is dead and gone.
[... just as a reminder. He doesn't realize how negative that sounds until it's out his mouth and oops. Oh well, he's still smiling like it's all a joke.]
I'd rather say it now than forget to say it, that's all. Rather accept it now too. Like getting all your vegetables out of the way so you can move onto dessert.
It was a joke, since you made it sound all serious and final.
[ But there's a small frown now as he shifts, pulls one leg up to place an arm on. Summer is dead and gone. That's a problem for them all - or, at least, it's more permanent residents. Does that include them now? He decides not to think about it and smiles a touch after a moment. ]
Wow, so heartfelt moments are the things kids shove around on their plate instead of eating. What do you consider dessert in this scenario, then?
Heartfelt awkward sad moments! I feel that's worth specifying.
[He pouts a little, though he knows Phoenix's teasing him. But that fades quickly as he considers the prospect of dessert.]
I know exactly what you expect me to say. [he winks] But I'll be the pure and innocent Loki and say that the dessert is the joy. The fun. Not caring what might happen next.
Life's full of those moments I've found. Especially when you're on a hellship that goes from maiming to forced emotional bonding in a day. At least this is volunteery?
[ Half an offering, because the other had wanted to hear stories, but the way he says it is almost too casual. And it is because thats the life he's known for a near year. ]
Rude? Rude. I was hoping to hear the pure and innocent answer. [ the expected answer was there, though. The lightheartedness shifts slightly to somber - but understanding. ]
I definitely agree with that sentiment. The only thing I've wanted the last few months might be super embarrassing, but it really is just that - for everything to stop and to get to have fun with the people I love.
But that's not how the story goes, right? Not yet, if ever?
Between the two of us, we probably could figure out a spell to halt time and stay like this forever more.
[An everlasting autumn. There's something so nostalgic about it, especially since that was the lie he had left the child with as some means of comfort. The boy had seen through it, of course, but it was still a nice lie. A time when stories were new, where all the convoluted and intertwining plots couldn't reach them.
It is not a lie now, their combined powers would be capable of such a thing. But,]
But there's no appeal to a story that never ends. Never changes.
[Which is the why the boy could not stay Loki. And why he cannot stay as Loki either. The audience will always want more.]
I'm starting to sound more like them, aren't I? Suppose it's inevitable. But I think it's the fleeting moments that are the most important.
[ Phoenix wants to say something. There's a quiet itch under his skin, the fear of a power he only barely knows. The uncertainty of a power he's only just started to regain. He knows it's potential in scale - in how easily he could hurt the people he loves. He dips his head a little.
Doesn't say anything to that, not yet. It does sound nice. For a moment he quiets, he stills. More Billy than William or Phoenix as he takes a long drink and listens. ]
... You'd be unhappy even if we could, because you want to change. That's be unfair to you.
[ Phoenix answers simply after a moment. A finger running across the black of the glass as he glances over at Loki. Quiet, still, and the playfulness dropping away to seriousness. ]
They are. And if you linger too long, you'll miss others. [ A beat. ] Does that mean you think this moment is almost over?
[ If he thinks that he's sounding more like them? Phoenix doesn't feel it, but then he's seen so much - felt so much - he's more like the William he knows that existed here than he isn't. The difference in their relationships, in their perspective of self, really is the only real difference. ]
[ He means that, too, in the truest sense of the word. He's glad that this Loki exists and for this particular moment. Smiling a little, Phoenix shifts his hand to entwine his fingers with Loki's. ]
[ It's comforting, the physical connection when it feels weird and like things can break apart I at moment. ]
I am. We both are.
And I'm pretty sure being we're not supposed to be being awkward, sad sacks as you eloquently put it.
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It's unfamiliar for once too. Strange to see the differences in the universes, this was a knot he had not fully considered, even after keeping an eye on his Billy Kaplan for so long.
And it is different from Loki's story as well, as Phoenix said it would be. But there's the lingering themes, the leitmotifs.
From death, a new chance.
The need to be what others see in you.
The desire to live.
The feeling does not fade entirely when the other leaves his mind, for these are all feelings Loki knows well. (He did absolutely kill him, but you know. They've already talked about how it's different.)
When he opens his eyes, he grins impishly. Perhaps the proper reaction would be to thank him for sharing this part of himself, for being vulnerable with him...
But Loki is Loki, and so he says,]
Would you look at us! Romance of the Bodysnatchers, coming this summer!
[And then his expression softens.]
All stories have to end. It's part of what makes the storyteller so cruel, they know from the beginning that eventually they will have to leave the reader. So they work hard to make it worth it. They shove in all the ideas they can think of, all the drama, all the heartbreak, and all the joy too. I'm glad we could write this one together.
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[ Phoenix is gentler, in a way, or the truth is he's less afraid of sharing. How can he not be? When sharing was how the boat had worked, a constant influx of it. Where he shared every memory with Gingham, good or bad (though he tried to be careful with the worst ones). This was easier even if he feels a lingering since of worry as he pulls away mentally. ]
[ Loki grins and Phoenix shakes his head. He doesn't deny the something that clenches around his heart at the phrase bodysnatcher - because that's what he is. That's what they are. That's what he isn't, too, he quietly tells himself. ]
Why are you making it sound like you're breaking up with me - don't tell me the summer fling is that quick?
[ It's a joke, teasing in every since of the word. Because he may not know him well, really, but he knows - this is Loki and he's also right. The Showmaster had said it too, that the story would end and it'd probably be bittersweet. Just as he said it then he says now - ]
I want to believe this ending can have more joy, too. It has to, right? I think we've both had our fair share of sucky endings. [ ... ] But I am glad, to have met you too in this way.
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[... just as a reminder. He doesn't realize how negative that sounds until it's out his mouth and oops. Oh well, he's still smiling like it's all a joke.]
I'd rather say it now than forget to say it, that's all. Rather accept it now too. Like getting all your vegetables out of the way so you can move onto dessert.
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[ But there's a small frown now as he shifts, pulls one leg up to place an arm on. Summer is dead and gone. That's a problem for them all - or, at least, it's more permanent residents. Does that include them now? He decides not to think about it and smiles a touch after a moment. ]
Wow, so heartfelt moments are the things kids shove around on their plate instead of eating. What do you consider dessert in this scenario, then?
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[He pouts a little, though he knows Phoenix's teasing him. But that fades quickly as he considers the prospect of dessert.]
I know exactly what you expect me to say. [he winks] But I'll be the pure and innocent Loki and say that the dessert is the joy. The fun. Not caring what might happen next.
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[ Half an offering, because the other had wanted to hear stories, but the way he says it is almost too casual. And it is because thats the life he's known for a near year. ]
Rude? Rude. I was hoping to hear the pure and innocent answer. [ the expected answer was there, though. The lightheartedness shifts slightly to somber - but understanding. ]
I definitely agree with that sentiment. The only thing I've wanted the last few months might be super embarrassing, but it really is just that - for everything to stop and to get to have fun with the people I love.
But that's not how the story goes, right? Not yet, if ever?
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[An everlasting autumn. There's something so nostalgic about it, especially since that was the lie he had left the child with as some means of comfort. The boy had seen through it, of course, but it was still a nice lie. A time when stories were new, where all the convoluted and intertwining plots couldn't reach them.
It is not a lie now, their combined powers would be capable of such a thing. But,]
But there's no appeal to a story that never ends. Never changes.
[Which is the why the boy could not stay Loki. And why he cannot stay as Loki either. The audience will always want more.]
I'm starting to sound more like them, aren't I? Suppose it's inevitable. But I think it's the fleeting moments that are the most important.
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Doesn't say anything to that, not yet. It does sound nice. For a moment he quiets, he stills. More Billy than William or Phoenix as he takes a long drink and listens. ]
... You'd be unhappy even if we could, because you want to change. That's be unfair to you.
[ Phoenix answers simply after a moment. A finger running across the black of the glass as he glances over at Loki. Quiet, still, and the playfulness dropping away to seriousness. ]
They are. And if you linger too long, you'll miss others. [ A beat. ] Does that mean you think this moment is almost over?
[ If he thinks that he's sounding more like them? Phoenix doesn't feel it, but then he's seen so much - felt so much - he's more like the William he knows that existed here than he isn't. The difference in their relationships, in their perspective of self, really is the only real difference. ]
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[And Loki reaches out to Phoenix, to take his hand in his and just feel that bit of connection.]
You're here too.
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[ He means that, too, in the truest sense of the word. He's glad that this Loki exists and for this particular moment. Smiling a little, Phoenix shifts his hand to entwine his fingers with Loki's. ]
[ It's comforting, the physical connection when it feels weird and like things can break apart I at moment. ]
I am. We both are.
And I'm pretty sure being we're not supposed to be being awkward, sad sacks as you eloquently put it.
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[He squeezes Phoenix's hand tight.]
I like this. Just being here. It's enough.
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It is. Thanks, for inviting me.
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[He laughs and scoots in closer to lean his head on Phoenix's shoulder. Don't mind that he's obviously the taller one of the two, okay.]