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maljefe said: "ah, viral." there's a certain lack of light in his eyes as the other approaches, muscles forcing a strained and not at all natural smile on his face. "you, uh... should sit..." he motions to his side, hands gripping tightly to one another in his lap after the fact. "something happened to loni... and quite frankly, no one knows if she's going to come back." or if she was even alive for that matter, but lila had said to keep that fact secret.
💫—‘Something?’ Something had happened to Loni?
What cruelty visited through the guise of a noncommittal word like that?
He’d understood from just one look at Bellamy’s face, that it was all wrong, somewhere. He had taken a seat, as his friend directed - if only for the Human’s sake. Bellamy seemed exhausted with worry, and Viral thought it would be better for him to sit as well, while he strove to convey staggeringly unfavorable news.
A sinking stomach and a plenitude of grasping queries rushed to the forefront of his awareness as Bellamy spoke. Loni? Spirited, fierce, impossibly tender, and unshakably loyal to her loved ones... How could someone so bright somehow disappear from their view, without warning?
The Beastman started to vocalize a question, but he hesitated. Bellamy’s features were tense, his age - usually worn gently on warm features, instead added to the weight of his silence. His questions would only serve to drive that sense of loss, that powerlessness, in deeper. Obviously, Bellamy would already be committing all of the Family’s resources to locating Loni, or at least verifying her condition -- he might even be doing so in secret, so as to not torment everyone with the knowledge of the development. And if the entire Family did know already, then they would no doubt have posed his questions, already.
Loni. You wild-eyed girl. You’d better make it back.
Of course she would.
Viral stood, and grasped each of Bellamy’s shoulders in a heavy hand, leaning low and close - to regard him directly. An aureate, inhuman gaze - ignited with unwavering belief - connected with the eyes across from him. The most he could do for Loni, was to look after the ones who were waiting for her return. It’s what he would have asked of her, if their places were reversed. If he could stir even a bit of the light back into Bellamy’s eyes, he would have paid forth at least of some of Loni’s kindness towards himself. Right now, it was most important that Bellamy not lose hope - that he stay strong and well, for when she returned to them. He would.. be staying planetside for a little longer, it seemed. There was no way he could leave Loni’s family in a time like this.
He attested,
❝Of course she’ll be back! This is Loni.
No one treasures her pack like Loni does. Do you honestly believe for one moment that she wouldn’t gnaw through even the Gates of Hell with just her teeth if she had to, in order to find her way back to you and her packmates?
You know her better than I do, so you can’t argue that point, no matter how weighty your fears for her may be.❞
His rough voice softened on that declaration, and the blond tilted his forehead gently, to rest it against Bellamy’s uncharacteristically somber brow.
❝She’s stronger than your fears. She’s faster than your sorrows. Nothing comes between her and her kin, isn’t that right? That’s why she’s the alpha, after all.
Of course Loni will come back to you.❞
A sharp, encouraging grin split through the last of his own trepidation, and his broad thumbs aligned to either side of the Human’s jaw, forming a cradle for the man’s face against the heel of his hands with gentle force.
❝I’m feeling sporting about all of this, so I won’t tell her that you showed such a worried face while she was out on her business. You think she wouldn’t tease you for suffering like a mother hen? I certainly wish to.
Even the elements hesitate to cross her path haphazardly. She’ll be fine. Believe in her and dutifully wait, you ruffled mess of a father.❞
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drillborn said: ‘ i close my eyes and see infinite galaxies ’
💫 —❝Is it a comfort, or a weight, Simon?❞
A gloved hand reached over, the slimline base of a holographic generator went abandoned upon the work surface. The Beastman brushed canvas fingertips over the Digger’s brow, displacing deep navy bangs, somewhat. It wasn’t sufficient, to gauge his condition. Viral angled towards the Human, and moved a few broad digits flush to either side of Simon’s face, urging him to turn from the eternal view of all of the universes ahead of them, and regard the nearer sight of this home, and the thriving family they sheltered within the Chouginga.
If he complied with Viral’s touch, the blond would press his forehead against Simon’s brow; heightened warmth of his paler skin, to the cooler, more tanned notes of the Digger’s palette. His breathing would slow to the Human’s cadence of breath, his pulse likewise meeting the rhythm of the Human’s heart; a slow, gradual synchronicity of biometric feedback, and a harmonized unity of distinct energies, vibrant, but not opposed.
Viral’s office was empty, save for himself and the Human. He wondered if it might serve Simon better to take in a view that was more reminiscent of Earth...
❝Are you worried that you’ll lose your footing out here? No earth beneath your step. Measured air and metal sky....
Maybe it’s a good time for you to make a visit to the Chouginga’s gardens, Simon.❞
Simon, as he stood before him, was a recent addition to the Chouginga. He had beckoned to them, four or five years into his journey across the Earth in promise to Nia. His reality was beginning to diverge from the progression set in place by his later presence, posing a threat to the cohesive flow of time. It was an indication of precisely that which Leeron had relayed to Viral, and Viral to the aged Simon - that his Spiral Energy was not so easily contained by his body, nor the Earth. Nor the constraints of reality. It was for that reason, that Simon had agreed to return to the stars. It was too late, however, and they’d nearly had a temporal crisis on heir hands.
But, this younger, parallel Simon had perceived the Spiral anomaly, and he had voluntarily removed his awareness from that progression of reality, so that it would seamlessly flow back into the designated future. Now he stood aboard the Chouginga, a reality saturated in Spiral Energy, housing a number of Spiral Warriors from either side of the veil of life and death. Only his older, future variant had been present for Avant’s arrival, for the adding of the Dai-Gurren’s newest prefix. Viral wondered if it was disorienting as hell, to glean those experiences from their proximity, like plucking memories out of a dream.
❝You’re not in danger of distorting them, you know that, right? There is a freedom, in this path. Those lights are there to remind you that you belong up here, with them. With us.❞
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maskedmuses said: Koya hadn't planned to be a stowaway on the large ship, but the magic of the feather had collided with the Spiral Energy of the Chouginga, and the Hybrid has ended up spat out on the bridge. A groan escaped her as she began to rise, only to see the glimmering galaxies above. "Whoa!" No hiding her voice or herself, she was in full view of everyone. "Where the hell am I? In space or somethin'?" (Prime Directive means nothing to her)
💫 —❝…seal the Bridge. Activate a spiral energy field surrounding the intruder location and analyze the anomalous energy spike that occurred right before.... their arrival.❞
The vessel’s captain issued almost instantaneous directive upon witnessing the unexpected addition to the Bridge One’s intrepid technicians and operators. Suffice to say, everyone was, to their own degree, stunned, but hands were swift and busied with the tasks put forth. Viral left the command podium and approached the stranger, who seemed as confused by the current proceedings as any of them.
❝You certainly are in space. More accurately, aboard the Chouginga Daigurren. Your arrival doesn’t seem intentional. Are you wounded, or being pursued by an enemy?
No doubt you have your own questions, but allow me to assure you that you are at least, safe, here. None aboard this ship would harm you.❞
He spoke succinctly, and also to soothe her surprise. In not knowing what her circumstances were prior to tumbling into the Bridge’s reality, he wanted to assess whether she was embroiled in a dangerous situation. If the scenario was not so dire, then they could take a more personable, more adaptive approach to smoothing over the strange, dimensional collision.
Events such as this were not that uncommon, given the isolated, yet vivacious reality that the Chouginga operated within. In fact, it was not so different from the circumstances that had brought Avant back into their lives, from the edge of oblivion. The sheer magnitude and unquantifiable potency of Simon’s generation and output of Spiral Energy kept the Chouginga sailing within a dimension of its own - brushing by other realities, but without, for the most part, intersecting; like a shadow on water. Except for peculiar instances, such as the one at present, which brought a being into the heart of that dimension without Viral first vetting them for compatability with the Chouginga’s reality.
It was always left to Viral’s discretion, as to whether a being or an entity would be welcomed aboard the Chouginga. Not only was he the captain, but he was also the stabilizing element to Simon’s endless spiral output. In a sense, he was the capacitor to an energy generator. His ability to refine and assign the ceaseless currents of Spiral Energy throughout the Chouginga was a necessary component to the dimension’s functionality, and the well-being of those on board. And he did not tolerate those energies or intentions that would harm or endanger the ship or its occupants. There had been those who had not merited a place on the Chouginga, and it was by Viral’s diligent assessment of their nature.
With the situation at hand, he was satisfied with merely containing the stranger’s presence within a protective, relatively undetectable energy field. If they existed by a means that would conflict with the Chouginga’s own order, they would still suffer no harm; nor would the ship’s reality suffer by any exposure to the stranger. Time would tell, whether the candid intruder could thrive within a dimension so replete with spiral energy; and while protecting the ship and its thousands of occupants was Viral’s first operative priority, assuring the safety of their new contact was also essential.
❝Take a moment to collect yourself, if you need. There is no rush from our end. I’m the Captain of this vessel, Viral Teppelin.
How may we call you?❞
He regarded her then, as the figure she was, instead of the potential for unknowns she might represent. The girl was lovely, and she carried a rather impetuous air. She looked Human, with a youthful, but spirited face. Her eyes were the same shade of blue as Earth’s clear sky, and Viral knew that alone stood to soften his impression of her if he wasn’t mindful. The girl steadied a diminutive frame that yet possessed a conditioned musculature; it suggested an active, perhaps even a rigorous lifestyle. Though she seemed to be a very young adult, at most, she did offer the impression of a warrior of some discipline. Perhaps they might even understand one another.
#primary. ★★ Oᑌᖇ ᒍOᑌᖇᑎEY ᗯIᒪᒪ GO Oᑎ ᖴOᖇEᐯEᖇ#q&a. ★★ TᖇᗩᑎᔕᗰIᔕᔕIOᑎᔕ#maskedmuses#//gah I can't believe I'm JUST NOW writing with your Koya#Thank you for the ask!!#It's about time we get this mess started.#send Viral trouble whenever u can he needs to stay on his toes
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moyasuborn said: Leather-clad palms extend in order to rest pointedly on either side of the beastman's face, giving a little squeeze, only for the gesture to incite a harrowing look of concentration within the former arsonist. "I can almost remember... luckily, you haven't changed a bit, have you?"
💫 —Heated fibers grazed along scars, along the natural striations of the skin, until they nested tight against either side of his jaw. He didn’t refute the contact, though admittedly, it caught him a bit off-guard. His attention flickered from the gloved wrist in his peripheral, to the focused, willful gaze that bore hard upon the Beastman’s features.
Almost remember...?
Suddenly, pale, golden crowns raised high, as the blond’s eyes widened in realization. Lio remembered him from so long ago? From such a minute series of interaction? Simon, Nia, and Lio... their time together as a family was so short... He had tried not to step in too much, to allow the three their undivided companionship, though his fascination for the little miracle had been driving.
Did the child of the spiral recall the careful touch of the pads of the Beastman’s fingers, tousling bright, dawn-colored baby down? Lio had taken after his mother’s side of the bloodline, in appearance; fair haired, with jewel-like eyes - radiant and keen. He was a beautiful child, full of his mother’s grace and his grandfather’s indomitable presence. And the galaxy at large, had witnessed the gifts that the father had bequeathed to his son, the day that spiral energy had washed over every heavenly body and all the space in between. The latent potential trapped within two dimensions was suddenly ignited and liberated, with Lio’s heart, soul, and body, as the conduit of the force.
Yet, as inspiring as that phenomenon had been to witness from aboard the Chouginga, the present weight of those tiny hands upon his face, and a tender memory that strove for the surface -- those had Viral held fast in place. The emotional relevance of the lasting connection between them rushed him all at once, it seemed, and the Beastman hauled Lio into his chest with an exasperated chuckle.
❝...unlike you. You’ve grown into such an admirable man, Lio.❞
He pressed his face into the freedom fighter’s buoyant mane, as he embraced the proud, diminutive frame. The older blond gathered his composure, piece by piece, recovering enough to give a teasing, fanged grin. He lifted his head and made a measuring gesture just above the top of Lio’s dawn-gold hair,
❝Nn, perhaps not too much though, eh?❞
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❥ 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 [ 𝐀 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 ] . 👁️ : your muse is watching mine sleep , when my muse suddenly wakes up & catches them .
@whatliveson said: 👁️ - Tygra
💫 —❝You’re awake?! I- I was merely--.❞
Did he actually have an alibi? An easy venue for denial that wasn’t too blatantly dishonest? ....no dice, and the Beastman’s surprise became a crimson-tinged scowl. He’d never hear the end of this -- and he couldn’t fault Tygra a bit for it, either. It was audacious to watch the Prince any time of the day, as Tygra’s disposition was usually dialed somewhere between “smug” and “bellicose,” either of which would lead to some word or act of contention..
Of course, he was at fault here, in all technicality. He wasn’t studying the Prince’s visage for any specific reason; it had just been a passing inclination, as Tygra napped on upon the choice perch he’d unexpectedly decided upon, A few moments were all it had taken to leave Viral in this awkward predicament. The Beastman wasn’t obligated to sleep; but even if he didn’t have to - he hadn’t lost touch with the notion of resting and incurring sweeter dreams.
It was somehow endearing, to come upon a comrade sleeping blissfully.
❝You had an uncharacteristically peaceful look on your face, instead of a scowl, or a smirk, or some indecent, antagonistic leer.
Of course I stopped for a double-take. ❞
#q&a. ★★ TᖇᗩᑎᔕᗰIᔕᔕIOᑎᔕ#primary. ★★ Oᑌᖇ ᒍOᑌᖇᑎEY ᗯIᒪᒪ GO Oᑎ ᖴOᖇEᐯEᖇ#whatliveson#//excuses excuses viral#tsk#a non-bitchy-looking tygra#WOULD give a reason for pausing tho lbh
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@whatliveson said: "To be alive at all is to have scars." - Kamina
💫 —Viral paused at the statement, the upper length of his flightsuit still held fast between ten tapered claws. A few feet away, the legendary Dai-Gurren founder stood and issued a declaration that hit the Beastman harder than his staid countenance would display.
'Alive.’ That was it, wasn’t it? Concept: simple. Impact: absolute. Kamina was alive; at least, this embodiment of him. Spirited away from a reality divergent of that which Viral himself, knew - this Kamina stood undeterred by an unfamiliar home, environed by the metals and decks of the Chouginga. He stood breathing. And scarred. His survival came at the cost of time; suspended for years in a recovery stasis until liberation following the fall of Teppelin City. It was decided by the higher minds of Kamina City that the namesake’s reintroduction to the flow of events that transpired in that reality, would alter the direction and stability of Humanity’s progress. Rossiu - of that universe, had beseeched the spiral wanderers aboard the Chouginga, to intersect with their cousin-reality to collect Kamina in subtlety.
Viral didn’t query the details too much, though it was difficult to depart knowing what battles lay ahead for those younger variants of his comrades. Much was left unsaid, but wasn’t it enough that the young Human hero was returned to his comrades?
Almost idly, his clawed fingertips drifted over the satin-textured scar that marred his own chest - extending from clavicle to solar plexus. An old wound, sustained during the fateful contest that ultimately claimed his general’s life, and Kamina’s. Yet between the two of them, they who stood here, they had only exchanged scars, it seemed. Warriors of either side of that battle, evidence bared to one another in some discomfiting show of vulnerable honesty. Not that Kamina had ever possessed an iota of shame. The ragged remnant on Viral’s chest was only skin-deep, but Kamina’s presence (and absence) had cut him down to the marrow.
He scoffed, and his voice echoed slightly in the steam-traced dressing room just outside of the recuperative hot baths located in the accommodations deck of the ship. Embarrassment brought the sound defensively; so Kamina had noticed that he’d been staring quite blatantly, at the painful-looking evidence of the Human’s survival? ...ah, but he was somehow glad that Kamina wasn’t deterred or ashamed of the grievous alteration to the contours of his torso.
❝Surviving against impossible odds; whether the scar is left physically or otherwise... it should be honored by the bearer, I think. Hn. Maybe we do agree on something.❞
He brushed a damp strand of hair from his cheek, where the nick from Kamina’s arrow had left its resolute stripe even all these years later. His body had been modified since those days; augmented for immortality. And later, evolved to cultivate and utilize Spiral Energy... he would forever regenerate, his body corrected all cellular deterioration and halted his physical aging. He’d never add another scar to the collection scattered across the canvas of his skin. How strange to enjoy their matching, mirrored testaments to relentless willpower.
And how odd of him, to be satisfied to see the ugly proof of their connection, of the entanglement of their fates; however changed those paths ended up. A feline gaze narrows curiously, towards the young spiral warrior,
❝If one’s scars are proof that they are alive, then... I’m grateful I incurred these before everything changed. Keh, is that strange? You didn’t have to bring it up, you know.❞
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@drillelict said: 'It’s been a long time since I’ve been me.'
💫 —❝...for you, that must be an onerous realization to bear. For us, it is a truth, and a sentiment to be cherished. There is no one more suited to be you, than you. And your place here awaited only you.❞
Viral spoke softly, allowing a genuine affection to warm his words. If Avant would risk the bearing of his ragged heart, then even his clawed hands would be careful with the tracing of it. He knew. Avant had toiled onwards, after the loss of Kamina, with all his might against the Spiral King. Even his own variant from Avant’s reality had perished at the warrior’s self-destructive, unbridled fury. The Anti-Spiral had descended, and Avant had fashioned his rebuke in a manner he felt would immortalize Kamina’s strength and tenacity. Choking down despair and loss, Avant had warred on, until the blood of the Dai-Gurren Brigade had been utterly spent. Then he wagered his own life. And...
It was past warranted, that Avant could call himself by name. See his face as someone familiar and without the bravado of an irreplaceable, but fallen brother. Viral didn’t wish to overbear the Human’s confession with his own sentimentality, but he did place a considerable value on both Avant as a person... and upon the gesture of having such a vulnerability shared with him.
❝It’s good to have you here, Avant.❞
#q&a. ★★ TᖇᗩᑎᔕᗰIᔕᔕIOᑎᔕ#primary. ★★ Oᑌᖇ ᒍOᑌᖇᑎEY ᗯIᒪᒪ GO Oᑎ ᖴOᖇEᐯEᖇ#drillelict#//so there were a few ways to interpret the phrase#I went with the one that sounded like#It's been a long time since I've been me -- but finally I am.#Instead of reading it like Its been 'too' long so give up on the idea#lol#There were more sorrowful contexts but it's Avant so I'm allowed to be soft.
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❥ 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 [ 𝐀 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 ] . 👕 : your muse helps my muse get dressed after my muse sustains an injury or illness . ♡ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : add ‘ + 🔁 ’ to reverse the roles .
@drillelict said: 👕 + 🔁, dress avant he nakey
💫 —“Tch!”
The indignant scoff cut through a mouthful of carnassial teeth; hissed and thoroughly resentful of the pair of pants that had been launched like a projectile the moment that Viral had opened the door to Avant’s quarters aboard the Chouginga. Canting his head to the side in order to avoid the discarded garments, he quickly closed the door behind him before the inelegant view was foisted off on any other unsuspecting passerby. The view being Avant’s fully undressed form, belligerent and bare. His brow glistened and his skin had an unhealthy pallor -- perhaps a recent fever or a harrowing dream; Viral could only guess. And investigating for Avant’s sake was would be as difficult and trying as the haunted warrior decided of it.
❝I knocked, you bastard, and you said ‘It’s open.’ That means you intended to throw those from the start. Premeditated crime, is it?
Oi, why in the hell are you naked?
Never mind. Put on some clothes! Keh, didn’t we have this talk, before, when you’d all fallen for the onsen trick?❞
The Beastman admonished, wry and without real ire. It was effortless to become frustrated with Avant, but there was scarcely any benefit to letting him rile one’s temper. In that, he was very much like Kamina - a fact that might please him. And so Viral left it unsaid. He did cross the room to the fold-away closet, and browsed it for replacement garments. Shamelessly, the Human did absolutely nothing to conceal his skin - save for the bandages he always utilized, and the core drill that dangled just as boldly, from the warrior’s throat.
Of course he resembled Simon, if a bit more slender, weary, and just a bit less in height. And that was unsettling enough. But to force the discomfiting juxtaposition of concern and exasperation... that was the worst of it, as Viral mused with a flat look and an agitated mouth. He dragged a pair of pants from the sleek, metallic hanging clip and approached the room’s proper occupant.Taunting and symptom-checking at once, the Beastman held the clothing towards the twin, malachite spirals of Avant’s gaze,
❝It’s rare to find you in your own quarters.
Are you such poor shape?❞
#q&a. ★★ TᖇᗩᑎᔕᗰIᔕᔕIOᑎᔕ#primary. ★★ Oᑌᖇ ᒍOᑌᖇᑎEY ᗯIᒪᒪ GO Oᑎ ᖴOᖇEᐯEᖇ#drillelict#//he thought his days of naked monkeys flashing their hairless hides were over#now he's having flashbacks of the hot spring fiasco#avant. you're emulating kamina in all the wrong ways.
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To @maskedmuses; about a princess 🌷
“That’s not true.” Nia began, shaking her head, the cumulus waves of hair shifting with the rapid motion. “That isn’t true, Viral!” Her voice raised a fraction.
“Your happiness is equal to mine. I am not above you. I…We,” the gaze opened to peer upon the man. “We are family, Viral. Your happiness means just as much to me as if it was Simon’s, or Yoko’s, or…anyone else. You have done so much for my happiness.”
“I found the seeds, because I wanted you to be happy. If…” Sucking in a breath, her hand lifted from the basket, wiping away the tears, that sunshine smile beginning to bloom out from the clouded expression. “If you feel so strongly, then my happiness…it will come from you being happy, Viral. Please,” Nia began, regaining her composure.
“Tell me what will help us all be a happy family, Viral.”
Even before the first purchase of tears took upon Nia’s petal-like gaze, Viral acutely realized the depth of his verbal misstep. Her voice, otherwise lilting and mirthful, ever like birdsong in his ears - rang instead with a resolute little fury. Mentally, he backpedaled, searching his recent executions for what had tripped this unexpected wire between them. But Nia saved him the trouble of wandering anxiously through recent moments; she was insistent on his behalf.
A disjointed silence followed, as Viral’s head and his heart convened for some clumsy semblance of understanding. Soft. And warm. The emotion was profoundly tender, and it took every ounce of his concentration to find a genuine reception for it. How bereft his history was, of the affection that Nia so candidly offered him. Even now, after all of his achievements in the pursuit of peace, and the exaltation reached after nearly three decades as a spiral being, it was still a strain to soak it in... though his spirit was parched for such sweet affirmation.
At some point, he’d wandered into a dream; a dream where he lived alongside cherished individuals, and wandered in contentment, through the currents of their daily paradise. He wanted to see them happy. He wanted to see them smiling, laughing, talking. Flourishing. Living. He was grateful for just that much; and to desire more... well, that had never been forecast well by his fate, up until now. At some point, he’d begun to tend the days with a fearful hand; he refrained from looking too closely at those familiar faces, he refused to call to them with too much expectation in his voice -- as though by some mistake, he might perceive the fragile seams that would tear the dream asunder. Though he had been hellbent to reunite them beneath the stars, he’d also been afraid to lose them.
He was so tired of goodbyes.
And all dreams, no matter how sweet, came to an end.
Yet here was fearless Nia. With incomparable gentleness, she wrested from him, the framed edges of his cautious vision, and spoke to him through her impassioned tears and through his self-imposed isolation. From her words spilled a radiance that chased the shadows from his thoughts and hushed the ache from his history. She had been working hard, herself, to embrace this hard-earned paradise. This dream-like joy. But it wasn’t a dream. They’d each bled and fought, and Nia had poured her whole heart out into the world they all loved -- so if they bent these faraway stars and rewrote a line or two in the ending of their story, so that it might continue... how could he waste time disbelieving that he, too, had a place in it?
He could share her faith, while he cultivated a familiarity with his own, at least.
The Beastman roused from his bewilderment, and enveloped her hand with his own, to take ahold of the basket she carried -- his way of shouldering his share of the weight of his own happiness. His heart. It wasn’t hers to carry, alone, while he worked against her efforts. Viral started, earnestness sparking within his feline gaze -- and he even paused to correct himself when the old-world habit of honorifics seeped in. She had said they were equals. Family, even. Long ago, he had accepted Lordgenome’s desires to be seen shoulder-to-shoulder with the Beastman, as a noble spiral warrior.
He would accept the honor of being dear to Nia, as well.
❝Nia-Himesam- ... Nia. We are family. I am... happy.
I’m happy with you. Just being near you. Hearing your voice. Knowing the warmth of your hand, like this. Having you, and Simon, Kamina, and Avant, and all of the other reckless friends we treasure, along with us.
This place is a home, only because all of you are here. I’m only here, because you’re all here. Don’t cry, Princess... I won’t say foolish things, anymore. Forgive my clumsiness; it’s only that I’ve never known such joy. So I - ...was hesitant to call it by name.❞
(Would they forgive him, if he allowed himself to accept this treasured reality?
Those beautiful faces, lit by an amber sun, surrounded by an endless, fragrant field...
If he wasn't grieving for them, if he replaced his hurt with smiles - would they understand?)
The Beastman nudged a few stray, weightless strands from beside Nia’s cheek, appreciating its luster as the strand or so coiled against the soft hide of his index finger. Tangerine lips slipped a wry smile, porcelain points only scarcely revealed.
❝But that isn’t the way that the Dai-Gurren does things, is it?❞
He canted his head to the side, a bit, a gradual playfulness inching its way into his body language. Viral made an immediate effort to prove out his decision to Nia, that he would endorse and accept her wishes for his sake -- just as he desired the best for her. They had both known loneliness. They were both tirelessly building this precious “truth” from simple, heartfelt wishes ...because neither of them had ever known much of a home. And they had both endured pain, in the place of a family. That was why... because she believed, he would, as well.
Viral lowered his voice surreptitiously,
❝Would you mind, keeping this conversation a secret? I’d never hear the end of it, if the others found out that I thought I was living in a dream, you know. And I have my pride as a captain. In exchange...❞
He lifted a strawberry between his claws, and devoured it in a fanged bite. The sweetness stained his tongue and the flavor was better, now, than it ever could have been.
❝You can put me to work in the kitchen with you, if you’d like? We could use these berries to make a dessert for everyone. ...I suppose, if your wish was to nurture this fruit for my happiness... of course I eagerly accept it. These are delicious.
And I entrust mine, a wish to share them with you... my family, to your expertise. What do you think? Would I just be underfoot?❞
Bit by bit, hand in hand with loved ones, he would move forward, too.
#primary. ★★ Oᑌᖇ ᒍOᑌᖇᑎEY ᗯIᒪᒪ GO Oᑎ ᖴOᖇEᐯEᖇ#maskedmuses#//it ended up longer than I expected#but the feels just flowed#you always inspire the sweetest development for viral!!#as always I'm SO GRATEFUL to your stirring and heartfelt writing <3#Your Nia muse is a G I F T#Thanks Snowy~
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┖ @whatliveson (KAMINA) ┚
He’d initially found the symphony of mechanical adjustments and quiet whirring to be almost intrusive to his thoughts. Yet, as he’d watched the instrument panels report the steadying and strengthening of vital signs, the noises so characteristic to a medical facility seemed almost a comfort -- the stable breaths of a thousand, precise little caretakers, all toiling in their respective stations in order to return to those aboard the Chouginga... a very irreplaceable friend. A brother.
The ordeal had an anomalous beginning. The bridge had received a hail from across space-time, from a variant of their own Earth. Originating from a point on the axis of time that lied behind the intrepid crew, and honestly, somewhere to the left of the events that Viral, Simon, and the others, had known. The one who had contacted the ship had been Rossiu - one of a fluctuated reality. And the beacon was received and acquiesced within an instant.
Viral laid no claim to a complete understanding as to how or why time, space, reality, and their wild combinations - worked. But he’d spent over two decades evolving his spirit alongside his Human companions, as they traversed those very boundaries. The Chouginga was their world, and all of the universes in existence, comprised their orbit. Slipping into the distant, but familiar Heavens of Earth was a gambit, in that they could not impede the progress of that sister-reality. And quietly, with just the leading members of the Chou Dai-Gurren Brigade, Viral received the missive that a much younger Rossiu transmitted to to their conference chambers.
He presented them with a shocking revelation: in the reality he existed in, Kamina had survived. Though he was felled during the battle for the Dai-Gurren, an ember of life, of ignited and inextinguishable Spiral Energy had persisted through his injuries. Though his consciousness had succumbed to the mortal toil upon his body, the Spiral King had him collected and placed within one of the restorative tanks deep beneath Teppelin. What his intentions were, in hosting the legendary Spiral Warrior while the facility nursed Kamina’s wounds and stabilized his life, not even Rossiu could surmise. Perhaps he intended to use his possession of Kamina’s life as a means by which to inflict even more crushing despair to the Humans who rebelled against his rule. Perhaps, deep in Lordgenome’s madness, a fragment of his old will persisted, and he intended to for Kamina to one day begin anew the cycle of Humanity’s crusade against the Anti-Spirals. Rossiu did not propose to understand the details of Lordgenome’s aspirations, but he could affirm that in their excavation of Teppelin’s great ruins, they had come across Kamina’s stasis tank - the same vessels used to repair and restructure the cellular composition of the Beastman race.
Rossiu, as they might have recalled him from a distant past, addressed the room of familiar faces as a small, staid hologram, transmitted to the conference room table, “Obviously, we cannot ignore these findings. Few in my circle know about this. And I cannot allow our history to be so haphazardly rewritten. It is the reason why we are capable of the present. If news of Kamina’s survival reaches the populace... even though the connotations are wondrous and even seem a joyful development, it will undermine the progress we’ve made thus far. And it will irrevocably change our movement forward. The age of gallivanting across the land, and battling anyone who differs in opinion, is over. What we need is security, stability, and the embracing of practical, daily commitments. Please. I know he will be safe with you.
And perhaps it is that this second chance is not for us. But rather, for him.”
Emotions had their place in the situation, but Viral insisted that they were better honored by actions than discussion. The Chouginga accepted the transport that cradled Kamina’s recovery tank. It had been carefully nested onto the rocket that launched the fateful probe as it headed towards the moon. As it separated from the shared trajectory, the King Kittan and a few Grapearl units recovered the smaller vessel. As the slumbering Kamina was brought onboard, those upon the bridge watched in reverent fascination as their sister-Earth took one of the first steps towards the transformative and final battle against the Anti-Spiral.
Viral observed the sight, aware that at the time, he was battling his own limitations in the wasteland - defending the very Humans he had once hunted. Even when they did not understand it all, themselves, Humans could be such compassionate, intuitive teachers. He had assured, before they departed that distant, still-recognizable thread of reality,
❝They’ll be all right.
In whatever vein of reality, Humans are reckless and highly disagreeable when it comes to the walls before them. They’ll be free and crowding us in no time at all. Let’s give them their space to grow.❞
At present, he stood within Triage Three - the most intensive and specialized medical facility upon the ship. Kamina had been carefully extracted from the tank that had kept his life kindled for over seven years. He now rested in one of the beds, where soft, imitated sun light slowly and gradually warmed his body while his vitals were strengthened by steady infusions of Spiral Energy. He knew Simon wanted to be there, as well, but the Digger had much to contend with - psychologically and emotionally. At the very least, within the miracle union of dreams and reality aboard the Chouginga, the scattered pieces of Simon’s treasured vision were steadily returning to him. Viral, as well, wrestled with the tangled nest of sentiment and shock at his center - just looking at the boyish, peaceful visage of the man who had first shaken the Beastman’s footing; the man whose thunderous existence sent the foundations of all of his world, crashing down, one by one.
On this side of it, he was immensely grateful.
❝But I’d still like to knock you sideways for all the damn trouble, too.
So you’d better wake up, soon. Kamina.❞
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