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 Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2016 7:40 pm
They did not have much time.
He'd powered down - they all had, snuffing out their energy signatures so that Cinnabar would not be able to tell where they were. Fritz was not aware of how long they half ran, half staggered, his legs carrying him on pure adrenaline and nerve. His hand had long since grown numb, and he could no longer move, nor feel his fingers, still bent at a terrible, unnatural angle, and blood was sticky and wet on his face, drying stiffly.
They kept moving.
Minutes passed, and Fritz's vision kept wavering in and out. He ignored this, focused on each step and the presence of his brother and Hitch to his left, all three of them looking worse for the wear; a hospital would be ideal, but Fritz did not want to take any chances. Cinnabar would not be kept at bay for long.
When a significant amount of time had passed, he powered up once more, and felt the slightest, smallest boost of energy that stemmed from the natural accumulation of his Knighted self. And by now, Celsus was breathing heavily, his face a sickly, pale color.
He had no idea if this would work. But it had to. He'd heard rumors, whispers, and maybe, just maybe, if he was desperate enough...
He came to a slow stop, his chest tight, somewhere on the outskirts of the main part of the city, half hidden behind a deserted coffee shop and a half-built building that had once been intended to be a hotel of sorts before the company had run out of money. Celsus braced a hand against the side of the building, black spots appearing in and out of his eyes.
He closed them briefly, opened them again, and whispered raggedly, "Cosmos."
His heart was rapid, painful against the inside of his chest. Celsus turned his eyes to look briefly at Cerussite and Eurydike, then away again, his fingers curling painfully hard against the inside of his palm, his other hand still held around his midsection.
"Cosmos," Celsus rasped once more, and there was desperation lining every syllable of the name.
"Help us. Please."
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2016 10:55 pm
Eurydike knew he was in the best shape of all three of them. That wasn't to say he was in the ideal condition, exactly - but it was enough, it was good enough, and as much as he longed to pull out a cigarette as Logan Hitchcock, he was too busy holding onto Tolliver tight and fast, as though afraid he might slip away, or someone might take him, or he might change his mind and run. Not that he wanted to keep Tolliver against his will, just - just there were a lot of reasons to hold onto him and some were more selfish than others.
He also tried, however useful he was or wasn't, to lend support to Fritz too when he could - he wasn't very useful. That wasn't anything new though, to be honest. The taste of bourbon lingered in the back of his throat and he would have loved a bit to soothe shaken nerves from the run. The only other time he'd run like this was...
... ironically, back at the carnival. With Tolliver.
Before long, they were powered again, and Eurydike's senses were on a razor's edge, feeling for any sign that Cinnabar might have followed, or that anyone might come towards them, a lieutenant with a knight and a senshi. Anyone would be suspicious. Idly, he wondered if this wouldn't have been one of those times a cat was legitimately useful.
Celsus was calling some name he thought he might've heard before - oh, right, no, he had, here and there, from allies and Quenton's explanation, although he knew nothing really much but a name, and felt about as blind and useless as he ever did. But at least he had Tolliver - Cerussite by the arm, could feel his heat, could see him, smell him there, and -
They really should have gone to a hospital. But he knew why they couldn't, yet.
He wanted to ask Celsus if he knew what he was doing. But the knight would know better than him, a man who didn't even know where to start. So he stayed silent, eyes wide, circles dark beneath them, and simply waited - and <********> he hated waiting.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 1:16 pm
Cosmos was not always quick to come. It wasn't that she didn't want to be, it was just that she was across the universe, and even with all her strength, she couldn’t just whisk herself to be where she was wanted. Still, it usually only took a moment. Only, this time it took several. In the sky, far away, they might have noticed what appeared to be a simple shooting star, slowly making its way closer. Usually, it was faster than this—but she was there. She was coming. Just not as fast as usual. Slowly, though, she neared—and then, in a flash of faded white light, Cosmos stood before them. She looked drained, but she stood on her own, clutching the staff that came with her. Her eyes flashed as she looked at the small group before her. They were hurt, and she drew her staff closer—as if she expected to need to fight with it, or in concern that that’s what they wanted her for. She did not ask if they were all right—they weren't. Instead, she asked, "What do you need of me?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 1:41 pm
Cerussite was terrified.
He followed along beside the others, leaning into Eurydike the entire way, his fingers gripping his fiance’s (hopefully still) with a vice like grasp, as though afraid to let go. Celsus was leading them, but it wasn’t by much; he seemed terribly, frighteningly injured, and yet every time Cerussite made a motion to go and help him, he found only a shake of his head and a not yet, we have to - we have to get you taken care of first.
And now - now they were standing together in a huddle, and the snow was falling around them, thick and slow, and it was melting into clothes, into skin.
Cerussite did not know who Cosmos was. He did not know what was happening, what Celsus was trying to achieve, and he gave Eurydike a questioning look, trying to focus on anything other than the pounding of his heart and the way that Celsus slipped slightly down the side of the wall when he thought no one was looking.
“What - “ Cerussite started - and then there was a flash of light, just beyond them. He pressed himself closer to Eurydike instinctively, his heart hammering, but the light seemed to be what Celsus was expecting. He lifted his head, his face pale and drawn, and turned just in time to see the slightly glowing, radiantly white young woman appear, a staff in one slender hand.
She looked - well, a little tired. Tired, but powerful, and Cerussite felt frozen in place.
She was too overwhelmingly White Moon, and here he stood, in his black uniform, reeking of Chaos, Cerussite flinching as he stepped back automatically, swallowing hard.
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If Eurydike had asked him if he knew what he was doing, the answer would have been no.
He had no idea whether or not this plan would work; whether Cosmos would even arrive, but she had, and now all it came down to was getting this done quickly, because each second that passed was a second more that Cinnabar could use to find their signatures, obviously bright in the dark, two Order and a member of Chaos.
Celsus was trembling. He shifted, pushing his back against the wall so that he could free his good hand.
He pointed at Cerussite, and he felt, even as he did so, a terrible sadness waft over him.
“We need you to purify him,” Celsus said, and his voice broke unintentionally at the end, splintering on the last syllable. He knew the risks; he knew the cost to asking this, knew what it was that it might lead to in the end.
Knew that there was the very real possibility that his own brother would forget him.
But they had no other choice.
“Please,” Celsus whispered, and his voice was desperate, his eyes flickering to Eurydike.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 8:18 am
Eurydike had, once before, encountered a princess in passing. He had also, now twice before, gone to space, to his own planet. He had seen many things since becoming a senshi, ranging from talking cats to monsters and beyond. He was still learning, he would still hesitate to call himself capable, but in his own clumsy, stumbling way, with the help of others, he was learning.
He'd still never seen anything like this before. Like her. The sight of her, delivered to them like a ******** shooting star from the heavens, left him awestruck and reverent in a way he hadn't expected it would. She was such a small thing, really, just a girl, but - but she wasn't, and -
This is Cosmos.
He thought briefly of Jarias, of the feelings she held for this woman that had transcended a lifetime, that had come between her and Van. Although nothing he felt in that moment was romantic (god, no), he thought to himself he could maybe understand why his friend felt the way she did.
Up until now, the whole idea of following a princess had kind of made him scoff and recoil, even as Celsus had spoken so fondly of his; in that singular moment, seeing her, something deep within him second-guessed that. And it made him all kinds of uncomfortable, his gaze dropping and his body language shifting, clutching Tolliver's - Cerussite's hand tighter still in his own, both wanting to soothe him and remind himself why they were here.
And who was he kidding - these moments, ticking away now, the last grains of sand in the hourglass - these might be his last moments with his fiance as he knew him. Everything might change from here. He swallowed hard and met Celsus' gaze with a nod, with resolve in his gaze even as fear swirled rampant in the pit of his stomach, his heart threatening to burst from his chest it was pounding so hard.
"It's okay, baby, " he whispered to his lover... or he hoped it was, desperately hoped and pleaded for it to be.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 8:19 pm
Cosmos glanced at the three of them and found herself nodding slowly, but a look of worry crossed her face. "I will try, but I am not in peak condition. And, more than that," she looked at Cerussite. "I can only purify him if that is what he want. Chaos is tight, and binding, and suffocating, and no amount of pressure can be applied to pry it off of the starseed once it has been consumed. There has to be a will to remove it." She looked at the Negaverse Agent, still, with sympathetic, imploring eyes. "Is this what you wish?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 8:43 pm
He barely had enough strength to continue standing. Celsus could feel time slipping away from him, his energy dissipating rapidly, but he remained upright, his face paling with each second that passed, teeth gritted together against the onslaught of nausea and dizziness.
Just a little longer, he thought desperately, just a little longer.
Hold on just a little bit longer.
His eyes cut to Cerussite at Cosmos' question, and they were begging, pleading, because even now he wasn't even sure if his brother would take it. Even now, he wasn't sure if this would be the end of it all, if Cerussite would change his mind.
But he had to. He had to.
Celsus swallowed hard.
"Ollie," he whispered, and the nickname slipped out unintentionally, childlike in nature, Celsus taking a step forward. His good hand reached out and wrapped around Cerussite's upper arm in a grip that was shaking with his rapidly slipping control. "I know - I know it's frightening. I know you might not r-remember us - "
His voice cracked again, and his eyes were too bright. A tear slid down Celsus's bruised and bloodied cheek, and then another, and he couldn't stop them, his vision blurring as he held on tighter. The thought of being forgotten was more painful than he had ever thought possible, his heart in his throat, every part of him screaming in agony.
He tried again to speak.
"I know it's frightening," Celsus whispered, "But we'll be here for you."
His eyes flickered to Eurydike, then back to his brother, and a trembling hand lifted, briefly touched the side of Cerussite's face as a smile touched painfully across Celsus's own.
"I love you," he said, "No matter what happens, I will still be your brother. So please, Ollie, I am begging y-you."
He bent over, a choking sob escaping his throat, fingers digging into Cerussite's uniform.
"Please."
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He felt the weight of the word on his shoulders; felt as though he was standing on a ledge, ready to leap but not knowing where he was going to end up, how long it would take to fall, if he would even survive the attempt at all.
Cerussite's heart was beating very fast. Celsus was holding onto him, and Eurydike had his hand, and he had never been more vulnerable, more afraid o the unknown than he did right at this very moment. Even though his accident, he'd had Fritz. Even through everything else that had happened, he'd had Hitch.
And now - now, what if he didn't have them anymore? Now, what if he woke up and he didn't even know them?
It was petrifying. The seconds slipped away, disappearing, and Cosmos was waiting for his answer, but Cerussite's gaze went first to Celsus, bent over and trembling from head to foot with a mixture of desperation, exhaustion, and pain.
And the world shifted in front of him, time once again moving.
Cerussite reached up and gently but firmly pulled Celsus's hand away from him. He gripped it tight, and as his brother lifted his head, looking startled, Cerussite said nothing at all, but gave a little nod, because he did not quite trust himself to speak. He swallowed hard past the lump in his throat, and really, he had never needed words to communicate with Fritz. He saw the relief there, as palpable as wind against his face; relief, and pain, all at once.
Cerussite squeezed his hand once and let go - and then he turned to Eurydike.
His throat seemed to close in on itself. He felt desperate to find something, anything, his eyes fixed on Eurydike's, on his fiance's, on this man that was more important to him than anything else. A hand lifted, fingers trembling hard, and Cerussite placed them against Eurydike's cheek in a gesture so tender that it ached in his chest.
"I - " The words burned. A sob escaped, in spite of trying to keep them at bay, and through the blur of tears that was now obscuring his vision, Cerussite smiled; a tremulous, shaking smile that had always, only ever been directed at Logan Hitchcock.
"I love you," he whispered, and his thumb brushed across Eurydike's cheek. "Always."
And he stepped away, turned to face Cosmos, because if he did not say yes now, it would be too late, he wouldn't have the strength to, his shoulders shaking. Green eyes rose to meet the princess's, and Cerussite's fingers curled into his palms to stop himself from running away.
"Yes," he said, and he closed his eyes against the world, against his emotions, against everything.
"Purify me."
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 9:48 pm
For his part... whether or not everyone else, even Cerussite, Tolliver was unsure of himself, Logan Hitchcock had not for one moment doubted that he would go through with it. They already had Tolliver; he would not go back and willfully abandon them as they stood there with open arms, would not shy away from the only future that could have them together in it. That, at least, he could be sure of.
It was everything that came after that was the big unknown, a future that fractured and spiraled into a dozen different directions, all of them stemming from this moment. The exchange between brothers, twins, people who were said to have an unbreakable bond, wordless and perfect, weighed down heavily on the super senshi - but still, maybe selfishly, it was when Cerussite turned him eyes on him that Eurydike felt liable to break. He didn't want to cry. But moisture still gathered stubbornly at the corners of his eyes as his lover placed a hand on his cheek, the gesture so sweet and tender it was making his chest ache with the knowledge that it might be the last.
I love you.
At first, he could say nothing. The lump in his throat was too heavy, too constricting, and it was hard even just to draw a breath. Then in moments he was gone, Cerussite, Tolliver, was walking up to Cosmos, and -
"Ditto!" It was a half-shouted, half-broken exclamation, and it took all he had not to run after him. To kiss him once more. Touch his hair one more time. Embrace him again. Let a thousand tiny little gestures and moments and words unsaid play out and keep this moment and Cosmos herself waiting an eternity. Instead, he shifted. He moved beside Celsus, offering the solidness of his form, and didn't ask; he simply took the knight's uninjured hand in his and squeezed (for who, more - Celsus' sake, or his own?), all the while his eyes locked on Cosmos and the love of his life. Each breath was tight and taunt with strain and barely restrained fear.
And beneath that, somewhere, maybe just the tiniest spark of hope.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 10:25 pm
Cosmos watched the exchange with a cool expression; she had detached herself from the scene as best she could. She could not give them the privacy she wished, but she kept to herself until they had a chance to say what they needed to. Even she hoped this was not the goodbye they all feared. She drew in a breath and steadied herself before she approached. "Everything will be okay," she promised, to Cerussite. To Celsus. To Eurydike. And she hoped, in her heart, that it was true. Cosmos raised both hands delicately to Cerussite's chest; she did not meet his gaze. Her attention was solely focused on the starseed. She could not control what memories were lost when the Chaos was purged, but she thought, perhaps, if she focused enough then she could try. There were still lies she told herself. Her hands began to glow, suddenly—a warm, enveloping light. It spread, slowly, from her to the agent in front of her. It blossomed from her fingertips, coating him. Her eyes did not waver. She did not waver.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 5:59 am
He heard the ditto.
He heard it, and half turned, and the tears blurred his vision, but he saw Eurydike, his fingers wrapped around Celsus’s, one expression desperate and pained, the other panicked - and they were both so achingly, wonderfully, terrifyingly familiar.
Cerussite gave them both a tremulous smile.
They were the last thing he saw before Cosmos’s hands pressed to his chest.
It was not like becoming a Negaverse agent. The Chaos being pushed into him had been suffocating, clawing up his throat, choking in its blackness as it wrapped itself around his starseed, spreading outwards like the charcoal color of his clothing. It had been painful, Cinnabar’s claws sinking into him to hold him in place, ripples of agony up and down his veins.
But this.
This was warmth. This was light, in its purest form, taking ahold of the blackness and dispelling it. Cerussite let out a little cry, a soft gasp, and the light was growing brighter and brighter, pushing out from where Cosmos had her hands and cascading over his entire body to encompass him.
The black of his Negaverse uniform was receding. It was burning away, sliding like ink across the sleeves, slipping and sliding into the brightness.
What replaced it was a bright, brilliant blue.
White took over the darkest parts, blinding in contrast, rippling, cascading into oceanic shades of colors, until the uniform that had once been shadowed was now the opposite, until the black had vanished, until there was nothing left of it to even remotely resemble anything of Chaos.
Until Lieutenant Cerussite was gone completely.
The light faded, ebbed away, and he opened his eyes.
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He felt the warmth acutely.
In spite of the fear, in spite of the panic, the transformation was unbelievable to watch. Celsus stood frozen, his fingers tight around Eurydike’s, and felt his heart beating out of his throat with apprehension, felt the sweep of emotions clustering his hazy, pain filled mind until he could think of nothing else.
And Cerussite (and Tolliver?) was gone.
There was a beat of silence after the light had gone from Cosmos’ hands; a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, Celsus staring at the man in front of them, squeezing Eurydike’s hand so tightly it was probably painful, his chest so tight it felt painful to even breathe, to think -
Please, thought Celsus desperately, Please -
“W - “
The first syllable jolted. Celsus swayed where he stood, tears clinging to his lashes, and a look of confusion and fear had shifted across the new squire’s face.
“Where’s - who are you?” came the gasp, the man twisting, staring at Cosmos, at Eurydike, at Celsus “I was just - where am I? Where’s my brother, I was just with him - “
The man was shaking.
“Where’s Fritz? Where’s L-Logan?”
The world tilted. Celsus let out a half-strangled noise that was partially a sob, partially a gasp, and the relief, the relief - hit him like a javelin, like a powerful wave that crashed over him and took his breath away.
“You...remember,” he whispered raggedly, gloriously; and then everything in front of him was blurring, distorting. Celsus’s grasp on Eurydike’s hand slackened, and then he was tilting forward as the last of his strength dissipated and he collapsed to the ground.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 6:34 am
Everything will be okay - it sounded more sure when she said it. But none of that stopped the ache in Eurydike's chest as he saw Cerussite turn to look at him just once more, tears in his eyes, and that smile he loved more than anything else in this ******** world on his face. He had to grit his teeth and dig as deep as he could, like a razor dragging against bone, but the super senshi smiled back, because if this was - no matter what, especially if Cerussite was what emerged, he needed the last thing his lover saw to be a smile.
From there, as the light engulfed his lover inch by inch, consuming him and making him into something, someone new - it didn't matter how hard Celsus clutched at his hand. He felt numb to anything but that light, to the change taking place within it, and even if some part of him desperately wanted to look away, he couldn't. He could not miss a moment of this.
What would he do if Tolliver did not remember him? This had been one of many burdens he'd carried with him through the week, weighing down so heavily he'd sunken into the darkest depths of misery - and it was the most frightening, really, because he knew. He knew in spite of what Olga or anyone else said that there would be no falling for him twice. How it had even happened once was still a mystery to him. To ask for such a glorious, wonderful thing to happen twice, it was...
He still didn't have the answer to that question. Time was up, and he still didn't know. He did not know how he would cope, what he would do, what he would - it was selfish to think that way, he knew. There was more at stake than just him. There was Celsus, his family, his life. He knew that, but...
The light was fading into blues, whites, and the familiar red of his hair. And Eurydike's heart all but stopped, because he still didn't know. He still didn't know what he'd do or say or if he could even -
Who are you? and for a moment, he choked on air, forgetting his second skin, just hearing that and feeling his world begin to shatter around him and then - Where’s my brother, I was just with him - Eurydike gasped, and he hadn't even realized there'd been tears in his eyes, streaking twin streaks down his cheeks as he eased forward onto the balls of his feet, and then he said his name, he ******** said his name - "Tolli!" he choked out in a half-sob, relief flooding through him so vivid, so intense - and all he wanted to do was sweep forward and pull his lover into his arms, to swing him around and to hold him and never ever ******** let him go again. "Oh god, thank ********' god, I, we - !!"
Then, abruptly, there was no more pressure at his hand, and a rustle of fabric as Celsus simply crumpled to the ground with so little fanfare. "s**t!" he hissed, dropping to his knees immediately, trying awkwardly to gather the knight up into his arms as painlessly as possible. "Fritz!" ********, was he even still conscious? After all that -
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 11:01 am
Cosmos hid it well, but relief washed over her like a cold, biting flood. These things did not always go as planned, but tonight there she could return home feeling good about it. But she was tired, and being away from the Cauldron was sapping her quickly. But it was a good purification, and the Chaos had gone easily enough. She felt like she was intruding, so offered a soft word of goodbye; she raised her hand to them in farewell and said only, "I need to recover. If you need me again, please do not hesitate to call." She seemed sincere, but exhaustion was also clearly seeping across her features. With one final, small wave, her form flickered into a pale white light. She was drawn into the sky once more, nothing more than a shooting star.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 12:53 pm
He did not understand.
He did not know who these people were; and as one of them stepped back, her face pale and drawn but satisfied, he lifted his gaze to meet hers, his heart pounding in his chest, lips parting. Mouthing wordlessly for a moment, he lost whatever it was that he had wanted to say, and she disappeared, shifting into nothing but light.
He stared at the spot where she had gone, trying to figure out if he had hallucinated or not, eyes wide, but -
"Tolli!"
It was his name, but it was what Hitch called him; Hitch, and no one else, and he twisted around just in time to see one of the men collapse, the other grabbing at him, and instinctively, he half moved, stumbling forward towards them.
"I d-don't understand," he stammered as he knelt, and a shaking hand stretched out, but he didn't know what to do, didn't know anything at all about what was happening. He remembered, hazily, walking - running - with Hitch and Fritz, and then...
And then nothing. Confusing black spots where there should have been memories; hazy shadows where there should have been thoughts, and it was terrifying, his heart in his throat, his chest throbbing as he stared at the two men, one of which seemed to be unconscious.
"Why did you call me that?" he asked, apprehension making his voice tremble. "Only - only one p-person calls me that. And what happened?" His eyes flickered to the man on the ground, blood beginning to trickle slowly down his face. "He needs a h-hospital."
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2016 4:00 am
Eurydike looked briefly to Cosmos at her soft words of farewell, and he opened his mouth with just a moment to spare, almost too late. "Thank you, " and those two words were uttered so thickly with all the emotion he could muster to put into something so small. She deserved more, really, so much more, but that was all he could give, and it would never be enough. He watched her go, vanishing the way she'd come, and if not for his lover standing there in blue and white, his aura no longer achingly thick with chaos, he would had wondered if she'd ever really been at all.
But back to what was undeniably reality, undeniably his present. "You're right - y-you're right, only one person calls you that, an' that's 'cause it's me, " and he let the glamour fade, let himself slip back into being himself, because it was safer anyway; they really didn't need to draw any more chaos to them now, and he doubted Celsus was going to stay Celsus much longer. He reached out and slid his fingers through the squire's hair, trying hard not to get emotional. It was hard; the set of his jaw gave away how close he was. "An' we got a whole hell of a lot to talk about babe - we - soon."
His hand fell away and began to gather the crumpled knight as gently as he could towards himself, and man, wouldn't this have been easier if Celsus was built more like his twin? "But first, this is Celsus, and he's also Fritz, an' yeah, hospital - now. I'll say more on the way, promise baby."
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2016 6:24 pm
He made a startled noise of surprise, the cry dying in his throat. He still did not understand, because it was Hitch - but it wasn't - but it was, because that voice was still so endlessly familiar to him, because it made his heart clench inside of his chest - and no one, no one had that voice, or that smile, or that look on their face.
Or the tender, adoring fingers that sifted lovingly through his hair, his touch aching.
"But - " he stammered. "H - how - Logan? W-wait - and Fritz - "
He couldn't wrap his mind around it, and even as Hitch was speaking there was a shift from the second man, a low rumble of a groan escaping his throat and a hitch of breath before that uniform melted away as well. All that remained now was an all-too-familiar redhead with broken glasses and a pale, sickly face, eyes still shut.
"Fritz - " he cried, and a hand extended out -
- but he was wearing white gloves that he didn't remember putting on. He stared at his fingers, which trembled, then extended his other arm, staring with wide, fearful eyes at the blue sleeves, then down at his chest, a cascade of white ruffles and oceanic colors as he made a choking noise in the back of his throat.
"W - what - " he gasped out, and something shifted through his mind even as he tried desperately to understand.
A name.
His gaze rose to meet Hitch's, terrified and confused.
"Who's Emrys?" he asked, swallowing hard. "It's - that name, it's - it's in my head, I don't - "
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