( closed ) life like the unplumbed sea;

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WHO: Elysium & friends(?)
WHAT: This is now just a catch-all for everything
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: 2024
WARNINGS: Blanket warning for possible explorations of dark themes in general, please tread at your own risk. I will, however, endeavour to include specifics in headers if applicable.

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coincidentally it is once again 3am

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[ His gaze meets Yesod's—or at least makes the attempt. 'Is it really?' is what he could ask. But instead, he doesn't, sealing the question away just as Yesod does, offering only a thin smile for his thoughts. ]

Sure. Sorry for getting so longwinded—call it holdover from my previous profession. Trust and clear communication are everything, both on and off the battlefield. Keeping things in… that's how they boil over.

[ A brusque laugh. ]

I'll refrain from such unnecessary explanations in the future. My bad.

3AM... NO...

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[ Yesod's fingers catch in the edge of the sheet covering Elysium's body, scrunching the fabric between them. He has leaned forward, hands outstretched, without consciously choosing to move — he notices it himself a moment later, too late to undo it. Keeping things in until they boil over... It's funny that Elysium says that to him, as if Elysium was there to see him rotting from within, all of it laid bare after an eternity in hell. ]

...Trust and clear communication are everything...

[ But what good would it do to admit that he is in pain? He has no explanation for it himself. ]

Are all communications specialists in the habit of misinterpreting others' words?

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[ Something bright and sharp flickers across his gaze, a glimmer of triumph that suggests he's finally grasped what he's been angling for all along. His eyes briefly dart to Yesod's hands before locking onto his, intent and unyielding. ]

If I'm misinterpreting something, it's on you to clarify what you mean. So, all of it isn't unnecessary, then?

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[ Yesod withdraws his hands, crossing his arms, folding himself out of the way as best he can. He holds Elysium's gaze. I'm sorry he still isn't punching him... ]

Do you believe that I wanted you to formulate a report, as if you are one of my subordinates? That I wanted information, at any cost? The issue is not that I find it longwinded or meaningless.