I've managed this long, you know, and I'm going to have a little more energy to work with now.
[she Will work and you can't stop her.
after his answers, though-- that smile's not going anywhere. she's a little more relaxed, a little happier in a way she hasn't let herself be in a while. what she's going back to is going to be difficult, but right now, she can have this.]
Think a legendary genius gladiator like yourself could handle some more repair work, too?
[she's lived with lost time for several years, now, knowing she would run out before she was meant to. even with that fixed, she sees no reason to waste any of it.
making something of the time they had here was also a priority, then, before it truly started running again back home, but-- there are important things to return to in both of their worlds, and she knows he wanted to go already. they've talked about what they need to, for now.
still-- she wants to steal a little more first. just a little.]
...I'll be here when you're finished, Sieghart. Come meet me when you can.
[and she leans in to give him one more kiss before they separate, to seal that promise.]
[She leans in to steal his breath. And he, ever the constant and pink in the face, sits in place with a thoughtful mien once she draws back.
Sooner than later, it'll hurt. If all ends well and he goes to meet her, there will eventually come a day when she won't be there to receive him, just as he knows his future another six hundred years from now. Already, his immortality has done away with the injuries he sustained on their last trip to the North, tricking the naked eye into believing that he's impervious to change. Such is the transient nature of a mortal against the permanence of an immortal.
(But there's much and more that the once mortal heart desires.)
Then he, too, will take advantage. Ichiro's kindness has blessed them with twenty more precious years when even ten years by themselves would've been plenty. At the end of the day, the worlds aren't so unkind.]
. . . Mm.
[Finally, Sieghart nods before pulling away. Parting is such sweet sorrow, yet it instills within him a renewed sense of urgency to do what he must. Thus he takes Soluna by the grip and stands, holding Lucretia's gaze fondly the while.
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[she Will work and you can't stop her.
after his answers, though-- that smile's not going anywhere. she's a little more relaxed, a little happier in a way she hasn't let herself be in a while. what she's going back to is going to be difficult, but right now, she can have this.]
Think a legendary genius gladiator like yourself could handle some more repair work, too?
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Ugh . . . what kind of repair work?
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[it brings the mood down, somewhat, but it's just the reality of the situation. the hunger was already attacking.]
Reconstruction is going to be something we'll need help with.
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I suppose I could lend a hand if there's a need to hunt for materials . . .
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[but-- well.]
Your company's still more valuable than your capability, though, I hope you know.
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[That's such a corny thing to say. He's enamored.]
You don't have to go that far . . .
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[she's just lightly teasing, though.]
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. . . Don't worry. I'll be as capable as my company is valuable, or my name isn't Sieghart!
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I'll be sure to hold you to that, then.
[no being lazy about it.]
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Lucretia.
[Even so, they can't sit here forever. He already fidgeted enough during the ceremony. Time is waiting to tick again.]
I'll try not to keep you waiting. Until then, take advantage of the time you've been given.
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[she's lived with lost time for several years, now, knowing she would run out before she was meant to. even with that fixed, she sees no reason to waste any of it.
making something of the time they had here was also a priority, then, before it truly started running again back home, but-- there are important things to return to in both of their worlds, and she knows he wanted to go already. they've talked about what they need to, for now.
still-- she wants to steal a little more first. just a little.]
...I'll be here when you're finished, Sieghart. Come meet me when you can.
[and she leans in to give him one more kiss before they separate, to seal that promise.]
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Sooner than later, it'll hurt. If all ends well and he goes to meet her, there will eventually come a day when she won't be there to receive him, just as he knows his future another six hundred years from now. Already, his immortality has done away with the injuries he sustained on their last trip to the North, tricking the naked eye into believing that he's impervious to change. Such is the transient nature of a mortal against the permanence of an immortal.
(But there's much and more that the once mortal heart desires.)
Then he, too, will take advantage. Ichiro's kindness has blessed them with twenty more precious years when even ten years by themselves would've been plenty. At the end of the day, the worlds aren't so unkind.]
. . . Mm.
[Finally, Sieghart nods before pulling away. Parting is such sweet sorrow, yet it instills within him a renewed sense of urgency to do what he must. Thus he takes Soluna by the grip and stands, holding Lucretia's gaze fondly the while.
Perhaps, this time, he will return as promised.]
Take care.