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crescentview2023-02-07 08:20 pm
hearthwarming) wrote in crescentview2023-02-07 08:20 pm
🏝️ dulces sueños group excursion! 🏝️
🏝️ who: intrepid adventurers (vacationers?) and more!
🏝️ what: ori organized (origanized?) a group trip to the resort! mass memshare ensues.
🏝️ when: fall 9-10
🏝️ where: dulces sueños resort
🏝️ warnings: threads will be marked as needed for memshares.
( This is the ill-fated massextinction memshare event. Please refer to the event for details on the resort and the plotting post for any specific details for characters' memshares! There are toplevels for each area of the resort (and for the memshare). Enjoy! )
🏝️ what: ori organized (origanized?) a group trip to the resort! mass memshare ensues.
🏝️ when: fall 9-10
🏝️ where: dulces sueños resort
🏝️ warnings: threads will be marked as needed for memshares.
[ Hopefully everyone had fun on the Arco Lunar! The morning after the boat departs from the docks, a letter arrives to your mailbox: ]
Hello, intrepid adventurer!
I am excited to have you along for a group excursion to the mysterious new island! In two days' time, let us gather in the town square and set off from there! Please be prepared to stay the night. It will be so fulfilling and memorable for everyone to spend a night on an adventure together!
If you have any questions or concerns, please come find me at my flower shop in town or at the forest farm where I live!
Sincerely,
Oriphi
[ If she accidentally delivered it to a few wrong mailboxes, then... Oops!
On the promised day, once everyone (and likely a few surprise tag-alongs) has gathered or been gathered, Ori distributes little paper bags of snacks to everyone. Inside are cookies, oat snacks, and a freshly-picked apple from her and M-21's orchard. Do with them as you please... Just don't let her catch you throwing it into the sea or something. 🥺 ]
Alright. I think we should head out, then! Thanks for coming along, everyone! I hope it'll be a great time. Oh, and please don't forget to drink plenty of water and use this incredible ointment I discovered on this island! It's called "sunscreen!" Tieflings don't really get sunburnt, but you should use it!
[ And with that our intrepid adventurers set off to the mysterious, dangerous, unknowable... resort island! ]
( This is the ill-fated mass
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Otegine's hands slip into his pockets, eyes travelling to trace the ground as he tries to place his feelings. It hurts so vibrantly, even still, the centuries of nothing but cruelty, of being purposely left to decay.]
...I saw you.
It was dark. Cold. I... was trapped, for a long time. Left to die. [Over and over and over.]
All I wanted was for someone to save me, but no one ever did. Humans called me a monster.
When something out there finally let me free, I felt how afraid they all were of me. And I... I think I killed all of them. With a single word.
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Things he had heard, and dismissed, not wanting to press at the empty spaces where his memories were. Facings things that had been long forgotten had no purpose, not when it made him feel so frail... Is it too bold to assume they were memories? It's the only thing that makes sense, and Owen only wants to deny them because it's easier then accepting that Otegine knows more about himself then he does.]
...
[He stops, turning to look up at the spear.]
So? What do you think of me now that you've seen what I'm capable of? I'm the monster those humans were afraid of, and I killed all of them. I snuffed out their life and destroyed their homes and I - enjoyed it.
[Did he enjoy it? He doesn't remember, and his stomach churns as he tries.]
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...You killed them, yeah. But I... don't really know if you remember it all. I saw you talk to your sage, centuries later. You didn't feel like you were lying to them.
...
I saw monstrous things, maybe. But... I also saw someone desperate. Overwhelmed and cornered and with nothing else left.
What happened because of that... it's history now. But history is cruel sometimes... and not just to one side.
[His smile is slight - tired, shaking, but not ingenuine, given how his eyes still soften.]
You're still Owen. Not a monster.
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His brows knit together.
How much of his own history does Otegine remember? How clear is it for him? Owen knows what he’s been through, which must make them equal. It doesn’t feel equal, he feels like he knows too much about the man.]
You…
[He could lash out. He has ammunition. He could destroy whatever it is that’s between them - it would be easy. It would be easy…]
What will it take for you to hate me?
[The words come out in a whisper, but the desperation is still clear. He doesn’t know if he’s asking so he can leverage it or because he’s afraid of finding the limits of what Otegine can forgive.]
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Why do you want me to?
[He thinks he might have an answer. But it's not his to give.]
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Nothing makes sense. It's all out of sorts inside of him, tangled up like a ball of yarn, catching on the thorns choking the life out of him. If Otegine doesn't hate him, what does that mean for him? For them, for as much as there could possibly be a them? He doesn't think he loves Otegine. He's not sure he ever could.
But he...
He doesn't hate him. It's something else entirely, caught on all of his sharp edges and softening them. He wants to burn it all down. He wants things to stay as they are. He wants things he cannot explain and it frustrates him. Is this because of the Goddess? Has her influence changed him from who he is supposed to be?
All of this just because of some stupid party at the resort, but he supposes the past two months have been leading up to this. Everything keeps leading him back to Otegine and every time they meet things are different again and again and again. He remembers their date and how things had been, and he wants that again. He wants it but he doesn't deserve it. He doesn't need it. He's not someone who wants to be given things on a silver platter and to be treated like he's made of glass - he's too strong, too proud - but it wasn't terrible.
Owen stands there, past Otegine, and he cannot find the words he should say.]
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[Should he say it? No. He shouldn't, but he finds himself speaking anyways. He feels frenzied, like a man possessed, fury and agony and this godforsaken yearning making him sound hysterical. Lost.
Confused.]
If you don't hate me, what am I? Everyone hates me, everyone fears me, and that's always been what I've wanted. That's how things have always been, and they can't just - change. Not like this. You've torn me open and seen something so ugly, so vile, the parts of me that have been festering away and rotting in the dark, so what makes you so different from everyone else? What are you seeing?
[Even other wizards regard Owen with the same trepidation humans do - if not more so. What is it about the spear that sets him apart? Can anyone truly be that understanding?]
If you don't hate me, what am I to you? I don't... I don't understand.
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He wants to reach out. Wants to put a hand to him, to try and comfort this hysteria. But... what would he even say? Would he insist that plenty changes? No, because he can't really believe it entirely himself. He knows the stubbornness of a life with a singular set of purposes that can't be budged. He doesn't know what's different about him. He's just Otegine. And Otegine being different... it always made him stand out, but it wasn't exactly helpful. It never really had been.
This, too... this... isn't where he's useful. Not when he doesn't even understand his own heart, or how it aches trying to pull for an answer to Owen's questions and not finding an answer he knows well enough to voice.
The hand that lifts towards Owen pauses, hesitates, falls just as fast.]
...
You're just Owen. That's... all I've ever expected.
[His attentions turns off Owen, directs towards the surf, in the lazy patterns it stretches into the sand under the moonlight.]
...I don't know what else. You're... confusing. You can get annoying. You're stubborn and crass, and I don't like when you treat me like I'm a fool.
But that doesn't happen a lot. Even if you make fun of me, you still at least humor me. You're frank with me. You don't try to convince me that I have to be human. You don't let me get away with things that hold me back. You don't try to convince me I'm a person. You don't expect me to be anything different than exactly what I am... even if you don't always understand what I am.
...
Um. Except... for now, I guess.
[He wants hate. Is that something Otegine can even give him? He supposes it could be easy. Owen pushes his buttons all the time. So...
Why doesn't he, then?
Just tension upon tension, enough to draw a frustrated exhale from him, a hand gripping at the fabric of his own shirt over the pit of his chest, an idle wringing as though it might stop the ache that he doesn't know how to fight, to accept, or to label.]
...I'm sorry. I don't understand, either.
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Owen sighs, scrubbing a hand through his hair. It’s frustrating - he’s not frustrated at Otegine, but rather at himself. Wizards are independent - their relationships are fleeting, like stars passing each other in the sky. Brilliant in the moment, then it ends… but the stars can cross paths time and again, so maybe…
He drops his hands, lips pressing together.]
…I don’t know why I expected answers.
[Hah. He doesn’t sound as harsh as he would want, the venom that protects him watered down by how weak and useless he feels.
At least he’s not the only one that’s confused. For once he’s not alone in his feelings.]
What are we supposed to do now?
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A comment like that would normally earn a flinch from him. But it sounds far less like a reprimand this time, vulnerable and lost.
His arms cross tightly in front of him, holding the silence as his answer. He doesn't know, either. But... he knows he doesn't want to leave this space so tense and unspoken. He doesn't want to hesitate.
...
With an exhale, he trudges through the sand, a hesitant touch placed to the back of one of Owen's shoulders.]
...Can I ask you something?
When we walked out here... you asked me what I saw.
Do... you not remember any of it?