liveslaughsloves | [limelight

[he toes the door open holding Lithium’s big scrungly kitty in both arms. Sesame is a wiggler]

Heyyyy. C’mon in quick before he starts biting.

[swiftly slips inside, closing the door behind him.

but not without giving Sesame a brief head scritch]

Finally I meet the celebrity.

[laughs and lets Sesame down once the door is closed, so he can inspect Shura’s ankles for biteworthiness]

Most famous member of Forge here, that’s for sure. You want tea or anything?

... Tea would be nice, thanks.

Sure.

[shoos him to sit on the couch while he fetches it; Forge’s common area is pretty much exactly what you’d expect, with several corkboards of project plans tacked on the walls, some jury-rigged workstations, and ongoing projects and tools out, though nothing small or light enough that a cat could eat it or bat it under a couch.]

Here ya go.

[he’s made them both cups. it just seems wise to have hot drinks when discussing memories at all]

[while he waits, he idly looks around the room, taking in all of Forge's... forgeness. it makes him smile a little, it's cozy in its own way]

Ah, thank you.

[blows on it a little]

... I've had three so far.

I’m one ahead of you, I guess.

Do yours do the thing where it goes from ‘watching a movie’ to ‘being the guy in the movie’?

It happened with the third one, yes.

... Reviewing the second also... was a little different after the fact.

Different how? I didn’t look back at mine.

It feels closer now.

Like the third one.

…haha…I’m definitely not giving mine a second try, then…

[just nods]

Have yours been... unpleasant, then?

Two of them have been pretty okay, as far as these things go. Not normal, but not…upsetting, I guess.

The other two are…they were pretty bad.

...

Was it something happening to, ah, the person supposed to be you?

…one was him as a kid. There was…some kind of accident? Everyone around him was dead, and he was running scared.

[folds his gloved hands around his own teacup, for the warmth]

The other one, he wasn’t a kid anymore, but he was getting…well, experimented on, I guess.

... Ah.

That does sound bad.

Yeah. I might take a little break on more for a while. The second one was…I took it last, so it hit the hardest.

For what it's worth, I think several people are considering those.

Breaks, that is.

Are you? What are yours about…?

[he’s gentle about the asking]

[damn, check out all these eggshells on the floor]

A young man who seems to have a job somewhat similar to mine. His duty is to protect "the weak", but he finds himself wavering and resenting said weak people for the damage they cause to him and others tasked with their protection.

... This is kind of anti-climactic, but due to someone else's vision, I know he ends up choosing to murder those he resents, and ends up executed because of it.

[pauses there, just to see Eriks' reaction]

[he just looks sad, honestly. not like, blubbering sad, but a version of it that's oddly warm and gentle. maybe less surprised by the concept than he should be]

...does it feel like the young man is you? Or does it feel like he could never be you?

The latter, I think. I cannot see myself as someone who would be satisfied choosing that sort of path.

[sighs]

... But he also had things I'm envious of.

[serious; gentle]

Do you want to tell me about them?

[an awkward chuckle]

I'm not sure how to address it in a way that doesn't come off... poorly. Maybe just keeping it simple is best?

Deep and strong friendship.

That ain't that poorly-sounding to me.

[considers, then:]

Miss Uriel mentioned you were maybe having problems socializing real close with others?

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