Memory Share: Alec í Amasa

[whiteroadrunning]

The nights are hotter here, somehow; heavier than they've ever felt in Skala. Saltwater clings to the air, sometimes in a fine mist, and at times you feel you're veritably swimming through it. The nightcalls are different too. The frogs are shrill, not like the gentle crickets in Watermead, and it had taken some getting-used-to when you first arrived. They were difficult to sleep through. Well, sleep deprivation was between them and the ghost, but she hasn't been a problem for quite some time.

You make a mental note: Return trips to Mykonos should be reserved for the autumn and winter.

But Mirror Moon loves to celebrate. They'll find any reason, and they've seen little enough joy in their lives, you can't find any reason to dissuade them. Tonight's affair was a wedding. After the ceremony and the feast and the drink and the dance, you find yourself lounging among the roots of a tree near the bonfire. Your head rests upon Seregil's thigh, an anchor, because your mind is swimming with turab otherwise. Seregil's picking idly at his lap harp -- which rests against his other leg -- and you can't quite recall what he said a few moments earlier, but your face is burning and you're still laughing. It's still far too easy for him to make you blush.

"Careful, you'll lose your shirt again like that," Seregil says through a sly smile.

"Haven't I already?" You ask.

You look down; sure enough, you've still got your tunic on. That's been rare lately. Heat and all. Seems ridiculous to go a whole night with it now. You grab the back neckline of your tunic, squirming a bit to get it out from under yourself, and sigh gratefully when it's finally off and tossed... somewhere. You're not sure where. You don't care.

"There. Better." You say.

You feel a flutter in your stomach, and you glance up at Seregil just in time to catch his gaze sweeping over you. Was that from you, or from him? You can't tell anymore. You've been part of each other for so long, his emotions sometimes feel like your own. You smirk, reaching up to run a finger down his nose.

"What?" You ask.

"You have no idea what you look like," Seregil says.

"No? And are you going to do something about it?" You ask.

The words have hardly left your mouth, and suddenly his lips are on yours, warm and familiar and beckoning, and this time you know the flutter in your stomach is your own. The kiss lingers, and you feel the hint of teeth at your bottom lip just before he leans back against the tree again.

"You're indecent, talí." You say.

"Me?" Seregil laughs. "You're the one without your shirt at a wedding!"

"Practically everyone's asleep now," you argue, and roll to drape yourself more fully over Seregil's lap. "Hardly anyone to mind."

"I certainly don't." Seregil laughs.

You kiss him again, and you swear -- for the thousandth time in the past seven-odd years -- that you've never been happier in your life.

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[of_bokthersa]

[There's so much quiet on his end. So that's what the bond feels like. It's ... well, it's beautiful, isn't it? Seregil can't imagine it, but now he's felt it, and seen the emotion between Alec and him.

And it cut even deeper into the idiotic jealousy he had of himself.

He wasn't that man, hadn't had those experiences yet, and hadn't changed to the man that Alec had grown to love.

Still, he pushes those thoughts down, avoiding them for Alec's sake and his own. He never liked dwelling on bad things. Pushing them aside was far more effective. Instead, he affects a jovial tone when he comments - for Alec would notice if he didn't. It'd bring up questions.]

So, that's what you've been doing with your time.

[whiteroadrunning]

Among other things...

[Never mind Alec, he's going to be mortified for days.]

Of all the things to take out of my head, why this?

[of_bokthersa]

Be glad it didn't pick something more intimate.

[That's right Alec, be glad it didn't pull out a memory of them having sex.]

Though that would be interesting to see from my perspective.

[Or heartbreaking. He means heartbreaking.]

[whiteroadrunning]

Had it followed this particular night just a bit longer...

[Thank you for thinking of the children, Sphere.]

[of_bokthersa]

At a wedding? Now, who's indecent?

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[unknownmoirai]

[Her voice is very soft, warm and sweetly feminine as she opens the connection and replies to Alec.] Is that what it's like to be in love?

[She absolutely adores both Alec and Seregil and she hopes that the pair of them can find each other and be happy but there is really nothing she can do to help that along. She wants to be there for both of them and while her comment doesn't pry into the memory or into their relationship, she hopes that Alec knows that she's here for him if he needs it.

Over the last few month's they've become something like a family to her.]

[whiteroadrunning]

[Maker's mercy, how to even answer that question...? AND WHILE HE'S STILL SO MORTIFIED!]

It is. I know people say love is difficult to describe, but I don't find it difficult at all.

[unknownmoirai]

I don't think I've ever felt like that before.

[She pauses, her voice lowering as uncertainty twists uncomfortably in her chest.]

Why would it be difficult to describe? Do you think... maybe I've felt it and I hadn't realized it? [Is she even capable of falling in love?]

[whiteroadrunning]

I think you'd know if you did. But it probably feels a little different for everyone. Perhaps that's why people think it's difficult.

[Or they just suck at talking about their feelings, heyo...]

[unknownmoirai]

Maybe.

[She lets that rattle around in her head for a few minutes before asking a follow-up question.]

How long did it take you to realize that you were in love with Seregil?

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[ragnarsson]

It'll never last.

[Ignore Ivar. He's had bad luck in any sort of love, familial or romantic. It isn't always his fault, but the worst ones that had gone wrong usually were. He has no one to blame for it but himself]

[whiteroadrunning]

[Alec just looks politely puzzled, brow rising, but smiling faintly.]

It's worked out well for us so far. But none of us are guaranteed tomorrow. Perhaps the trick is simply enjoying what you have while you have it.

[ragnarsson]

Then it hurts all the worst when the ones you love die or abandon you forever.

[He's just sour because that's how it's always happened to him.]

[whiteroadrunning]

Hmm, do you suppose it hurts more or less when you're the one to die instead?

[ragnarsson]

Less. Then all you have to do is patiently wait for them to join you. Eventually, you're reunited with all those that you missed in life, and don't have to be separated anymore.

[11calls]

[For a moment, Alex doesn't say anything, but she thinks that this may explain some of why Seregil is angry with her. Or unhappy with her, or whatever.]

You guys look so happy!

[Alex sounds so happy for them honestly, and she just is glad to see this.]

[whiteroadrunning]

Well, things had settled down quite a bit at this point. I think part of it was just relief.

[11calls]

Relief counts though! It's always amazing to have a time where you can just lay down and chill out with the person you love and who loves you in return.

[whiteroadrunning]

A fair point, even if for a little while.

[11calls]

It's those sort of things that you cherish, I think. When things get nuts again.

[spherenpc]

So are you married here?

[whiteroadrunning]

Marriage isn't a thing we've considered. Not that I would say no, but not quite. The 'faie share a bond with their beloved though. We're able to feel each other, spiritually. I think that's almost better than marriage.

[spherenpc]

Well, that's good. You guys look pretty married.

[There's a grin in her voice.]

[whiteroadrunning]

You're welcome to call it that, if you like. We're good as, really.

[spherenpc]

Yeah, where I'm from you guys totally would be married and husbands and all of that. It's amazing.