Rau le Creuset (
eschatological) wrote2000-10-01 12:00 pm
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[psl] post-mortem; closed to @destinymaker
[ This office has always been quiet, but now the silence is unnaturally absolute. The usual ambient sounds have all vanished — the muted rumble of feet and serious voices beyond the door, the hum and crackle of electronics, the omnipresent pulse of Aprilius’s environmental support systems. But, then again, there’s no reason for the environmental support systems when the familiar noises of breath and heartbeat have ceased as well.
Two armies of chess pieces lie toppled and abandoned on the floor, leaving the low table bare save for the empty board. Rau sits languidly on one of the two wide sofas with his chin in a gloved hand. Even though he’s corporeal now (or as corporeal as anything in this scene, which is to say, gentlemen of the jury, ambiguously), the dim light and the white of his mask and uniform combine to give him an uncanny, still-ghostly appearance. He shows no interest in the scattered chess pieces. Instead, he is waiting very patiently, intently, for.... ]
Two armies of chess pieces lie toppled and abandoned on the floor, leaving the low table bare save for the empty board. Rau sits languidly on one of the two wide sofas with his chin in a gloved hand. Even though he’s corporeal now (or as corporeal as anything in this scene, which is to say, gentlemen of the jury, ambiguously), the dim light and the white of his mask and uniform combine to give him an uncanny, still-ghostly appearance. He shows no interest in the scattered chess pieces. Instead, he is waiting very patiently, intently, for.... ]
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You're using tiredness and satisfaction as an excuse to say exactly what you mean.
[ Again, Rau will acknowledge and accept the sentiment without responding in kind. Not responding in kind verbally, at least. He's still settled between Gil's legs, showing no sign of intending to get up any time soon, and that will have to be enough. Even if Gil doesn't know it, it's been a long time since Rau simply stayed after sex, rather than slipping away to rifle through intelligence files or to avoid questions about his shaking hands or both. ]
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But Gil doesn't need to know about it in order to feel comfortable in this moment - to understand the trust that was necessary to make it happen. ]
Mhm... guilty as charged. Since I'd hope you're also tried and satisfied, I will ask you to forgive it.
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[ The faint smile extends to light crinkling at the corners of his eyes; he's not thinking enough to control expressions that would be hidden by a mask. He's not denying being satisfied, though -- if nothing else, it wouldn't be very believable after demanding to come on Gil's fingers. Rau really is more out of practice with physical affection than he realized. ]
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Gil smiles, shifting a little to stretch his upper body and get even more comfortable. It's a shame he decorated for sterile professional vibes so there are no pillows available. ]
I thought the latter went without saying.
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Mm. Forgiveness for services rendered.
[ He settles deeper into the sofa back, watching Gil not with outright fondness, but without real wariness or hostility or calculation.
Also not using icons has gotten boring. ]
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[ Though it's not like feelings of love require apology. Whether or not these emotions have been born from a mistaken timeline or not, their existence in the here and now isn't a source of shame to Gil. ]
It's been a while since I've been this comfortable. Not how I pictured 'resting in peace' though.
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But for a little longer...
He sits up slowly, then settles so that he's lying stretched out on top of Gil -- his forearms folded over Gil's chest, his legs stretched out between Gil's. Rau settles his head on his arms, watching Gil with a small frown. He's not completely relaxed -- there's still some tension in his long limbs, he could push up and away at any moment if he wanted -- but he is mostly comfortable, mostly at rest, for now. ]
I was very tired, by the end.
[ He'd only admitted it to Fllay Allster, and only then as part of telling her what she wanted to hear so she'd deliver Freedom and Justice's data to the Federation. It's weightier here, saying the words for their own sake. ]
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Gil raises his cleaner hand to idly play with a strand of Rau's hair, seeking even more connection in a benign way.
Tired, huh... ]
You were moving forward with defiant force all your life. Of course you'd get tired.
[ A kind of tired that just coming home wouldn't have fixed, as much as Gil and Rey might have wished for it. ]
That's just human.
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[ Though a more pleasant form of exhaustion, so there’s no actual annoyance behind the words. ]
We’ll have to move eventually. Forward or otherwise.
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This room can't be all there is... Judging by the way our bodies function as normal, I suspect that our experience is based around our expectations. And I certainly expect availability of a ghostly shower.
[ The afterlife is ridiculous for being so much like... just life. But at the same time, Gil is not ready for it to be anything else. A death that doesn't feel like death at all is easier to get used to. Doesn't sink in as deeply. ]
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[ Because Rau would not have bet on an office lube stash, no matter how strenuously PLANT was trying to deal with its fertility issues. He tilts his head and continues, almost perfectly deadpan: ]
But that's for the best. Remember, in my life, this was the late Chairman Zala's office.
[ Well if suggesting that Patrick Zala could walk in on their bare asses doesn't get Gil to punt him to the floor, nothing will. ]
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Patrick Zala does not deserve the glory of Rau's bare ass! ]
Well, you better not expect to see him ever again. Spare our poor afterlives the headache.
[ But then he goes more serious again. With the afterglow wearing down his curiosity is rising. ]
But considering you are well informed about the events that transpired after your death, you have no reason to not associate this office with me now, do you?
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Yes, yes, it's yours. I didn't sit here haunting your staff while you were away.
[ That would have been boring anyway, except maybe that time Athrun was on Aprillius. ]
I knew some of what you were doing, so I suppose I'm well-informed because you were. But I told you, I don't know whether that was because of Rey or because you wanted it or because of something else altogether.
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We certainly don't have a window to the living world right at this moment... And all those who loved either of us have also passed.
[ Stated very matter of fact, even if it's kind of depressing to think. ]
I'll waste away in endless curiosity if we don't figure something out on that front. Maybe that's step two after the shower?
[ What an absolutely inane to-do list. ]
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A shower will be an experiment in whether anything exists beyond this room, in any case.
[ He glances at the door Gil came in through, then back to Gil, curiously. ]
I presume that you didn't notice much between dying and this place.
[ No judgment, just seeking confirmation. ]
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With a final soft brush against Rau's cheek, he finally gets his hand out of his hair, too. ]
Nothing, no. I remember the door opening, so I suppose I must have been in the hall but... It felt like such a matter of course that I should enter here and meet you, I didn't even look around.
How long had you been waiting? Did you perceive such time at all?
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I don't know. Either there was no time, or there was not enough time to consider doing anything else.
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[ Yeah, Rau hadn't seemed like a person who has lived a halfway orderly life in a facsimile of the living world for the past two years. ]
Maybe our perception of 'time' and 'space' is likewise tied to our togetherness - it's setting a stage for an interaction of souls that would otherwise be harder to navigate. I am just coming up with a mass of hypotheses of course.
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[ But he's not making any effort to get up. He really is tired, and it's been a long time since he was this comfortable. ]
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[ Conversely, it can introduce bias that falsifies results. Gil immediately amends it in his head, but he's not going to sabotage his own argument about... cuddling just to be as accurate as possible. ]
You can't tell me you don't enjoy thoughtplay, either.
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I wouldn't be here if I did not.
[ It's less indifferent than it might sound on the surface, given that I'm here most recently led to dropping his mask and fingerbanging. ]
But it reaches a point where thinking only leads you around in circles.
[ He props himself up on one elbow, uses his free hand to trace a lazy spiral on Gil's clavicle. ]
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[ Rau's finger on his skin, that is. But also the empty banter they're having, the endless speculation about a situation they have far too little data on. All of it keeps them right here, pressed up as close as human beings can be.
It's low risk high reward to stay right where they are, enjoying something they never had in life.
... and that's the true core of all this. Not laziness, not enjoyment.
Fear.
Realizing it makes Gil pause and frown. He does not verbally elaborate on that. ]
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You think I’ll disappear if you take your eyes off me.
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Unfortunately, it is pointless to lie here. He will have to continue being pathetic for just a moment. ]
Not by your choice. I trust you.
[ Rau said he's here. Said he'd witness what Gil would show him. Rau isn't tired of him yet.
But the world... has the world ever been kind to his relationships? ]
Still, the worry remains.
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He places his hand over Gil’s eyes. (He is fairly certain that Gil has blinked since arriving; it is not a terrible existential threat.) ]
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