I love y’all very much, but I need to know: do you really think Aziraphale is the dominant partner in this relationship? The angel who literally went ‘toot-toot’ when he sounded the Bentley’s horn?
"Why not?" the exclamation, childish and petulant, bursts out of Akari before she can stop herself. "Dialga said they'd do it, and we wouldn't even be leaving forever! You could go home."
For a long moment, Ingo doesn't answer, and she swallows back her frustration grudgingly. Ingo would explain himself. Ingo always explained himself when he could, no matter how taciturn his ever-present frown made him seem. Akari liked that about him-- everyone else hurried her along and left important details out.
"Would I be home?" he finally says, matter-of-factly. It's almost quietly spoken for him. "Ever after all this time, I cannot recall much of anything of the man, even though I know I have forgotten him despite his importance. If I did go back, and we found him, who is to say I would remember him then? Perhaps I would only find myself looking at a stranger."
Ingo paused again. Akari furrows her brow.
Even more quietly, he says, "I do not wish to experience that. Nor to inflict it upon the man. Perhaps it would be better to stay in the home of my present, rather than of my past and future."
But this isn't your home, she wants to say. Because it isn't, not really. The Pearl Clan, as generous and kind as they've been, do not know what to do with a man like Ingo, and he struggles to live the life of proper Pearl. They don't clash, per se, so much as they chafe, rubbing each other wrong even as Ingo tries to walk in lockstep with them.
That'd be hypocritical. Akari doesn't fit in Jubilife, and she never will. It's still her home, though, because of certain people within it, and despite all the rest. The thing is-- it's not her only home, and it never will be. Her memory is holey and straggling, but she has more than Ingo. They both have enough to know a life and love beyond what their villages can offer them.
Part of the issue is: Akari is a coward. She remembers beyond what Ingo does, knowledge of the world she once walked free to come and go. Memories of the towering buildings, the bustling machinery, the modern way of life; they come to her if she asks. She remembers the shadows of friends, rivals, family, flat and vague. They echo into the past, into her current present, and in the faces of old strangers she finds familiar features. The familiarity lies half the time, making friends of foes and foes of friends, but she clings all the same.
Memories of her old companions are like a lost tooth, or a hole in a wall. She can tell exactly where the lost segment once was, can smooth over the edges with her fingers and recall, vaguely, what once was from what yet remains. If she were a little more daring, a little less afraid of pain, she knows she could find the missing piece and slot it neatly back into place like Ingo can't.
Sometimes she reaches and almost takes back the memories.
Every time, she flinches.
Because it hurts. It hurts to think of an echo and know it's gone, that she can't have those people by her in this very moment, that it may be a long time before she's done and finished and can just go home. Akari knows, with a cold certainty, that having memories enough to know exactly who she's missing would hurt so much worse.
How much more awful would it be, to be home, to look family dead in the eye and reach and reach and reach for all the memory you know the ragged edges of, and for your hands to come up empty and grasping every time?
It would be excruciating in its own dulled, echoing way.
Akari reaches out her hand. Ingo holds out his own, letting her clasp onto his and squeeze. It helps. She takes a shuddering breath.
"Are you sure?" she asks. She'll likely keep asking until there's no doubt. There's time for it.
Ingo looks her in the eye. "I am."
"Okay."
She lets their hands fall apart.
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Kept thinking of Ingo's refusal. Have this! I made myself very sad with it.
--cw
Rings dinner bell EVERYONE DINNER’S READY CW is feeding us again!!!
CW this is SUCH GOOD WRITING you have no idea how excited I got seeing this in my inbox!!!
This is so sad but so good, it perfectly expresses how hard this really would be to go through with. You got the emotions down so well I feel them right with Akari as she feels empathy.
Well you just made my day ;v; thank you for sending this in CW!!
I’m going a little wild over the fact that Percy started feeling the effects of the chimera’s poison two minutes before he collapsed. I thought this part of the episode was weird when I first saw it because the camera focuses on him when it seemingly should be focusing on Annabeth, but then, I realized Percy’s odd behavior while he’s in focus.
He also turns abruptly, and a little late, to Annabeth, as if he just remembered to listen to her, as if he’d been distracted by something.
Then, this boy starts cracking jokes to cheer her up instead of saying, “Hey, something’s wrong; I could literally be dying.” And you can see on his face a few seconds before he collapses that the poison’s starting to really get to him, and still, he doesn’t attempt to get her attention and ask for help.
Then, when they’re at the fountain, he tells her and Grover that he’s feeling better even though he obviously isn’t, because he’s hoping he’s physically strong enough to pretend. (He falls on his ass.)
100% Percy just didn’t want to worry them and thought there was no way to find a cure in time anyway. I’M SCREAMINGG
going insane thinking about the harrow and palamedes friendship. harrow, who has never met another necromancer her age forming a bizarro 3D chess rivalry while pal worries about her safety at every possible turn. harrow, who is up to her eyebrows in paranoia and secrecy, trusting the sixth house with gideon unconscious and hurt, letting them into the ninth house quarters unsupervised. if “i cannot conceive of a universe without you in it” is goth for i love you, “death first to vultures and scavengers” has got to be goth for i love you (platonic). pal’s first reaction when harrow comes into his bubble in the river is to scoop her up in a hug, and at this point she doesn’t remember anything about him because cutting out all her memories of gideon is impossible without cutting out memories of the sixth, but she still makes him a skelehand to inhabit anyway. when harrow’s memories are finally whole, she tells dulcinea she couldn’t face pal knowing that his pen pal girlfriend died on her account, but the next time she “faces” him, palamades’s soul is in someone else’s body and harrow’s body is full of nona’s soul. he spends six months protecting and caring for harrow’s body (and nona obv), believing in the possibility of bringing her back to it the same way cam believed in him. “god, do you know i miss harrow terribly.” and by the time harrow comes back to her body at the very end of ntn, pal is gone forever, fully pauled. the last time harrow and palamades see each other as their complete selves is in canaan house, alive and unlyctored. two of the smartest and loneliest people in the solar system meet each other in the worst of circumstances and spend the rest of the story dancing around each other as fragments of themselves, trying to care about each other in the interim but never fully meeting like they did the first time. a friendship made almost entirely of missing the other person. “do you know i miss harrow terribly.” god. i need to lie down
"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."
"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.
"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.
"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"
"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.
"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."
"This is where I live."
"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"
"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"
"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."
"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."
"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."
"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"
"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"
"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"
"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"
"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"
"Please, call me Bruce."
"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."
Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.
"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."
so much happened in this whole episode but i’m still on fig infiltrating ruben’s dream, making it look like the place where his friend was murdered, and then disguising herself as kipperlilly & repeatedly saying different variants of “somebody needs to take the fall for this, and it’s not going to be me. it’s going to be you.” while adaine as the elven oracle shows up next to her. can you imagine waking up from that, the idea of a horrible truth being pinned on you by your friend to save her own skin while the personification of fate and destiny stands there, almost as a promise that this is GOING to happen to you. we don’t even know if this kid is guilty. my god.