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 Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 2:42 pm
"Nobody blames you," Rasali repeated over and over, though it was more than likely muffled by Ganyma's chest. "So many... So many people died. Nobody blames you for leaving." Rasali shook her head, not being mindful of either her horns or her makeup. She wanted to clear Ganyma's and her own head of any guilt.
"I just want you to be safe," Rasali mumbled a little clearer, having given herself some breathing room. Her eyeliner and mascara was quickly smearing together. Ganyma was lucky his shirt was already mostly black. "I want you to be safe, and to know you've got people that care about you. Even if I can't be there in person. It's always! I'll always care!" Rasali was adamant. "So don't be sad on my behalf, alright?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 2:49 pm
Ganyma frowned. He pulled back and his grimace became more pronounced, but after a while he sighed and his brow released some of its tension. He had gone through this so many times… But bouncing back so quickly seemed ingenuine. He at least owed it to the Initiative to be somber for them. His eyes were still wet, and he was still at a loss for words. “I wish you could be around.”
His eyes cast to the ground. “At least visit. I’ll see you… From a distance.” It was not enough. It could never be enough. Ganyma’s life was never easy; with his independence he had hoped to find some autonomy. Without his lusus he had found imprisonment, surveillance and constant wariness.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 2:56 pm
As Ganyma and Rasali pulled apart, Rasali willed herself back into an expression of determination, rather than despair. The effect was lost somewhat among the blotchy patches of skin and streaked mascara. Rasali did her best to clean off the tracks with the heels of her hands.
"I will be. Aandes has devised a whole cover story for me. I'm going to play his matesprit while he does his big career move with Odette. I'll have just enough of a presence to not be suspicious. Most importantly I'll have a reason to be in Four Fronds again." Rasali gave Ganyma her most heartfelt smile since their meeting. "So say hello to your new bestie Peikoe Dubrow."
Rasali's smile sobered slightly. "I promise. Every time I'm in Four Fronds I'll track you down, alright?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 3:02 pm
“Peikoe Dubrow… I’ll remember that.” Ganyma sighed. He immediately began repeating the name in his thinkpan. They’d spent too much time outside. Passerbys began to stop and look, and Ganyma knew that at the ALG, scrutinizing eyes were everywhere. It was time to depart.
“I’ll see you around. Thank you.” Ganyma reached into his pocket and produced an ALG business card and a pen. He gave Rasali a wry, tired smile and began scribbling on the note. Handing it back to her, Ganyma gave her a small wave and turned to go. He was so, so tired. Napping was sounding better and better – or perhaps he’d just get settled into his recuperacoon for the rest of the sweep. He had a lot to process.
“To Peikoe, from Ganyma. Keep your head up.”
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 3:09 pm
Rasali, no, Peikoe nodded with a faint smile as Ganyma repeated her name back to her. His subdued actions and exhausted appearance did nothing to ease Rasali's worries, but she knew there wasn't much she could do under their present circumstances.
Rasali took Ganyma's business card and waved farewell. She'd wait a while before leaving herself so as to not attract anymore attention to Ganyma than she may already have. Besides, it gave her time to straighten up her face in the ablutionblock. Having Aandes catch her with ruined makeup and green-rimmed eyes would most certainly not improve her already bittersweet evening.
As Ganyma left through the double doors, Rasali glanced down at the card she held. Reading the words printed in Ganyma's large, blocky handwriting caused the tears to well up again almost immediately. In honor of the sentiment, Rasali instead held her head high and waited for the misty feeling to pass.
Things were going to be okay. She'd make sure of it.
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