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video; un: riftdancer

WHO: Amal and whoever!
WHERE: The network
WHEN: The last week of May
WHAT: Amal's long nap is finally over.
WARNINGS: Endwalker spoilers in some threads, if you care about that sort of thing. Mind the CWs on Zelos' thread too (abuse, indentured servitude).

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[Amal is dressed a little differently today. Repping Thavnairian weave and a ribbon in his hair, he's seemingly conquered the incredible bedhead he's nursed for several weeks.]

Hey everyone! Did you think you were rid of me? Sorry to disappoint! Being exceptionally difficult to get rid of is one of my many talents, as it turns out.

My birds are acting like I was dead instead of asleep, when I don't even remember going to bed. But I remember a lot of other things—it was like I was home. Like I never left. Maybe... my body was here while my soul was there? I have no idea, but I'm awake now, and I have every reason to believe what I saw happen... uh, happened.

So. What'd I miss?

[A pause.]

Oh, and what's a BBL? I woke up to a bunch of texts from work asking if I'd 'recovered' yet.

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I'm not mad.

[That's probably the first easy thing to talk about in this conversation, honestly.]

I think you made the right call. Not that it would have ruined everything had you told me, but it certainly would have been more awkward and more difficult to navigate in the beginning.

Really? You don't want to punch me even a little? I would let you, you know.

[Amal is a helper!]

Hah... that's a relief. [He totally wasn't having a breakdown over it.] After everything that's happened, I swore I wouldn't keep secrets anymore, but the situation... changed. Suddenly my best friend showed up here and he didn't remember a thing. It was like being back at square one.

[He looks at the camera again, smiling wistfully.]

But that's okay. You're more than just the person I remember, so I should get to know you all over again.

That would help nothing at all.

[Especially since he would feel bad for punching him. He gives him a little smile.]

In some ways I would have to be. But you all seem to have a better than average grasp on me, for sure.

[Rose has already called him out....]

[The lines of Amal's shoulders sag with relief. He really did think Raha would hate him.]

I can't speak for the others, but for me, you've always been an easy read. It's an entertainer thing.

That's why you robed up when you wanted to really hide your identity. But even then, you were a terrible liar with a guilty face. I had a strong feeling you were you, but I stayed quiet because I couldn't figure out your reasons.

[He smiles again, but this time it's more than a little devilish.]

Don't tell your past self this, but your ears sometimes still showed up under the hood...

[Almost none of that makes sense to him- he has no memory of a particular reflection, after all.]

I can't quite tell if this is a story you should tell me or I should wait to remember for myself or not.

[Which isn't to say he has no questions.]

...My ears? [what kind of hood was this???]

[Amal chuckles to himself as if he just thought of a joke.]

I'd hate to spoil the surprise for you. The consequences could be quite... catastrophic.

Amal!

[oh he's whining now.]

[He's the worst. This is what you've signed up for, Raha.]

Why don't I tell you about those striking eyes instead? No one else has anything else like them—and there is reason for that.

You might think mine are a similar shade at first glance, but they're more orange-red, while yours carry a light all their own.

Edited 2022-05-29 07:41 (UTC)

[please stop semi-complimenting his physical features he doesn't know how to handle that.]

I-- I had assumed they would be considered natural in your world. Are they not? [is he wearing magic contacts or something.]

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They're a mark of your bloodline—diluted, perhaps, but ancient and storied all the same.

The tale, as it goes, involves a princess who loved her people but didn't quite approve of her family's tyrannical decisions. She kept a former slave as her closest companion, after all, and she had many like-minded friends in many places. Her vision of the future was sharp but she knew she wouldn't live to see it, so she arranged to have the special eyes passed down through ancient techniques, no longer bound to the dying royal line. It isn't just the eye color you've inherited, of course—there are memories and knowledge and some kind of guiding wish. It's the proof of hope in a bygone age.

If you ask me about all of this... I think it's very likely that the princess and her dearest had a thing. But there's no historical record of this, obviously. It all just seemed very romantic to me when I heard about it.

[Raha doesn't respond immediately, because once Amal tells him, he feels like he remembers this. Knowing this without knowing how, standing beneath a towering crystal structure. Though without the city (or ruins therefore) that he saw in the other realm... more to think on later. Right now there are other concerns.]

Please tell me you did not describe me as a prince to me when you were first telling me about your world.

[he definitely did]

Edited 2022-06-07 12:14 (UTC)

[Amal reddens all the way to his ears.]

That's the thing you're stuck on? Gah, I was hoping you'd forgotten...

[So he likes to talk Raha up a little.]

It's all true, though. Every word.

You made it sound very impressive.

[Of course he remembered that! Even though he can't help but think Amal talked him up too much.]

Are you able to explain more of that to me now?

[seriously 'newly ascended space wizard' was also in there and he has QUESTIONS.]

I can.

[He pauses.]

All the same, it might be better to talk about it in person. There's a lot to cover, and it's not entirely a happy story, as you might imagine...

Yes, I think I can.

When would be a good time to talk? [He does also need to meet Ghaleon at some point.]

Now is fine, if you like. I don't have to work tonight.

[Small mercies. He's not sure he could dance with his whole heart after everything he just experienced. Also he still hurts a bit.]

Alright. I'll be over in a moment.

[And if Amal doesn't think he's going to fuss over him like a mother chocobo when he sees he's still hurting he is sorely mistaken.]

[Amal starts some tea, because this is definitely a "tea" kind of thing. And while he has a moment to himself, he lays face first sprawled out on their fancy almost-futon because WHAT A DAY.

Just give him a minute to compose himself and scream a little internally and externally. He'll be OK. This is part of his promise to himself not to internalize everything anymore.]

[It doesn't take Raha long to get there, and if the door's unlocked he'll knock before peeking in. He can imagine Amal is probably tired, even if from this side it seems like he's been sleeping the whole time...]

Hey. How are you doing?

[The door is in fact unlocked. The sound of Raha's voice makes him leap up to attention, but this also has the effect of... making him wince openly. He rubs at his stomach.]

H-- [fuck that hurt] Hey! I'm uh, I'm... Doing. Surviving. You know.

[He is so bad at this.]

Tea?

[a m a l]

I'll get it.

[You stay. Raha will go over to where Amal had started the tea and pour a cup for both of them, bringing them over and handing one to Amal. At least he doesn't press on the fact that he's clearly in pain??]

...It's good to see you. [awake and all.]

[For once, Amal doesn't argue. He looks like he wants to, but instead he just gives a great sigh and flops back down on the couch. Butt first this time, since there's no need to be dead.]

... Thanks.

[He makes sure there's room for G'raha next to him, and graciously takes the teacup offered.]

It's good to see you, too. I'm sorry again for giving you such a fright—seems to be a bad habit of mine, lately.

I don't think it's you so much as the universe.

[With Amal at the center of it, but it doesn't really seem to be his fault. Raha will sit next to him, tea in hand, not touching but still a comfortable closeness.]

The universe needs to stop it, then.

[He blows off the top of his tea and takes a sip, not wanting to burn his tongue. This is definitely comfortable, and he won't deny there's an urge to lean in closer, but he'll let Raha be. This is just like he remembers at home.]

I'm fine now, though. Really. I think I just need to rest another week or so. Magic might save someone if you get to them in time, but... it's like all of the energy I would have spent in bed in stitches got used up all at once. Now I'm just tired and sore, with a few new scars to impress.

Mm.

[He's getting more used to the regaining of memories now, a distant recollection of a lecture on the use of aether in the healing arts coming to mind, but aside from just taking the time to sip at his tea to let his mind settle he doesn't comment on it.]

If you need any help, I should be around for a bit. [He was planning on moving in soon, though he'll be swallowed up by his masters' defense soon enough.]

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