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Sightseeing?

[The edges of his lips curl up. Sure, he'll allow that, too.]

You gotta tell me more. I saw a fair amount. Which one was your home?

[ And how about now, as he begins to place the same fingers into his mouth, teeth and tongue skimming along the joints of them? ]

Forgetful, aren't you? But that's okay. We have all the time in the world to remind you.

[ The world shifts the slightest bit again, and suddenly, the shelter is more like a home, the outdoors the sea itself. Elysium's hand is terribly cold, and his mouth——ice. ]

Does that stir your memory any?

[It's very cold. Even the warmth of such a naughty act doesn't translate at all.]

[He finally yanks his hand away. Even with the discomfort, his face is grinning, eyes twinkling merrily.]

[His chest feels tighter.]

Now, now, what are you doing there? Really trying to get me worked up? You can do that other ways.

[And a hum, slitted pupils glancing to the new surroundings.]

...You live in the sea? Where are your gills, pal?

[ Sampo jerks his hand back, but his smile remains unwavering. He could answer as many questions as Sampo wanted, or he could choose not to.

He goes for something in between: picking and choosing the ones he sees fit to, then discarding the ones he finds far more boring. ]

Oh? And what would these other ways be?

[ (But what about Sampo's gills, considering he's undersea, too?) ]

What do you care?

[As blunt as anything. He puts his hands on his hips, tilting his head.]

I'm asking that seriously.

[ Who's the cold one here? Hm. ]

What a strange thing to ask, after everything we've been through together. [ He says, yet he continues to smile. Another outreached hand, this time to cup his face instead. He's Elysium, is he not?

Ergo: ] Why wouldn't I care?

...

[After everything they've been together. Their duet on the beach. Elysium's hand reaches to his face. He makes no move, like a rattlesnake in the bush, deciding whether to strike.]

Do you care for me?

[ A gentle thumb across his cheek, as if to make a point. ]

How do you want me to prove it to you?

Hm.

[A quick little movement - one hand pulling away the hand at his face, the other unsheathing his dagger, point of it at Elysium's chest.]

[His expression betrays nothing.]

Not exactly an answer, friend.

I do care. It just didn't seem like you'd believe that answer alone.

[ He takes a single step forward, and the blade punctures clothes, flesh. Except, no blood is drawn, and his expression betrays nothing, too. ]

Well? … now you want to grant my wish? Why is that? After we said we'd see the end together?

[ Another step, and if he hasn't pulled back, leaves the knife a breath away from where his heart would be. ]

That's a little mean, Sampo.

Maybe because...I'm a selfish, nasty, terrible guy.

[The knife moves through Elysium's chest. He looks like he's stifling a laugh.]

Maybe I wanted to take your life on my own.

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It's been yours for a while now, hasn't it?

[ 'If it makes you feel better, go ahead. Try.'

He places a hand around Sampo's, neither pushing the knife further or away. A mere wrap-around; a reminder. For the first time, the serene smile on his face grows. ]

Don't forget that yours is mine, too. We still have so much to see and do.

Has it? You really gave me the wrong impression for a while. You're a real changed man, pal.

[In more ways than one. His tail swishes languidly behind him.]

And what do you have planned for us? [And...wait.] Would this be considered our honeymoon? Since...that whole death do us part, hehe...

[ No, he's really the same guy here, memories and all. Right? But there's no need for them to talk about irrelevant matters, so drop the topic he does. ]

That's why we're here!

[ Silly, silly, Sampo. For their romantic honeymoon, well under the sea.

As if to make a grandiose show out of it, he spreads his arms out wide; the room populates with decorations, streamers and balloons that look distinctly fleshy one moment, then normal, the next. It might feel like the same audience is still looking onward onto them, just somewhere else unseen.

The knife in Sampo's hand turns into a bouquet, pressed between their chests. It watches them—Sampo—with its plethora of eyes, tracing every movement. ]

Isn't this what you wanted, my friend? For the sun to be consumed by the sea? Now they're together forever. What did you have planned for us? I'm just going along with your original wishes.

[ smell the lovely roses, sampo. 'elysium' urges them forward. ]

[Oh, it is a celebration! His eyes flit between the streamers, the balloons that all pop up at a moment's notice. Everything is living. Everything is of the sea. A beautiful honeymoon. He couldn't ask for anything more.]

[His breath hitches - and then turns pained, as the sensation around his chest tightens like a vice for a second.]

[A rib has cracked. He ignores it. It's becoming easier to put on his smile.]

Oh, see, you were listening. My sunshine eaten up by the sea. Bravo.

[The bouquet is lovely. He doesn't smell them. Instead, he reaches forward to grasp the man lightly by his shoulder.]

...Say. Do you remember what I said I liked about you? I liked your laugh. I think my original idea was just...trying to make that happen.

[ Again, Sampo's obvious discomfort is ignored.

Not something his old pal would do, huh? Perhaps, this Elysium contemplates it. But, he decides, that's okay. He'll get used to it soon enough. Moving on: ]

Liked? I can still laugh for you, Sampo.

[ A hehehe that bubbles up from his throat, genuine for all the wrong reasons. Light, airy, it rings like a dissonant bell, yet on paper—his voice hasn't changed, per se. ]

This is better, isn't it? Than being on the run, fearing what will happen next. You're only being mean because you're still mad, aren't you? Sorry for trying to go on without you. 'I' never apologised for that, did I? It won't happen again.

["Sorry for trying to go on without you. It won't happen again."]

[The laugh reaches his ears. Its different. It rings as hollow as a sound in a cave.]

[His other hand pulls up, as if by a string, to clasp the other by the neck and pull him in. He kisses him. It's a different kiss, just like it was a different laugh. Sampo knocks his forehead against the other's, mirth in his eyes.]

You're right. I'm real sorry, too.

[He says it in a carefree way, like he, too, is just saying it to keep up appearances. Another kiss, but his voice is taut as a rope to an anchor.]

Are you going to make me into you, when all is said and done? Since that's what you did with Mister Elysium. What should I call you? "Hell"?

[ The first kiss has him blinking back, surprised, as though it's something he would've never expected. Gazing back passively, it's as though the second one causes him to come alight with understanding, body reacting instinctively to wrap him in his arms and hold him close. Or, because that would be attributing far too much warmth into the gesture, Sampo might feel trapped; Elysium's subtle acuity is gone, replaced with something that's pure indulgence on the surface, and yet

it's true. It might feel as if something is trying to consume him whole.

He kisses back fervently, taking his sweet time reexploring the cavity of Sampo's mouth with his tongue. There should be no shortage of passion, but his gaze looks almost clinical; even if Sampo begins to show signs of struggle, Elysium doesn't let go—no, he persists until he's satisfied.

The pretty, pretty, red from his memory. He wants to see it for himself. ]

What makes me not Elysium? [ His eyes flutter half-shut, another amused laugh. A hand rests on the base of Sampo's tail, and kneads gently into it, something he might've done out of curiosity some time ago. ] I like you for you. Your selfishness, your nastiness, your terribleness. Because despite all that, you have your vulnerabilities and downfalls just like everyone else——me.

[ which is to say, it's no fun if he doesn't choose the option himself. ]

Ha...

[How needy. How clingy. "Elysium" presses his kiss in like a starving man, stealing his air (is there air at the bottom of the ocean), with body pressed against him. It makes his breath hitch, but it hurts, a radiating stabbing heat throughout his chest.]

[He might be trapped, but there's something flickering in his eyes - like a glimpse of yellow, a glint of a coin in the darkness.]

[He sighs at the knead to his tail - another kiss to "Elysium"'s corner of the mouth, though his eyes are wide open.]

[He giggles, and it sounds like bells.]

Wow. Big words. You really know what to say to make a man's heart flutter. [And now a show of a fang, pressing into the other's cheek.] But...how can you like me for me...if I'm not even me? Are you blind?

You never answered me earlier. What makes me not me. Is it because you can't?

[ He closes his eyes briefly and smiles against Sampo's fang; much like with the knife, he's free to do what he wills. That's his answer to Sampo's question: he's thinking too much and making it far too complicated. He doesn't have to. ]

… Do you blame me? [ He reopens his eyes, and there it is: the greatest facsimile of Elysium of them all, that characteristic edge and taunt to his demeanour. ] For wanting even one more hour with you, back then.

[ for taking that vial. ]

[Another little laugh - but his mouth is closed now. It sounds like its echoing. He mouths along the other's jaw, pausing finally to speak. Elysium really is beautiful.]

No, I can. I just don't think something like you could understand. Well, maybe I'll give you a hint! As a free benefit of our prior transaction. Haha. Our push and pull - do you think he would give in so easily?

[He tosses the bouquet to the floor, dragging the man's hand to the small of his back. The bouquet is growing new flowers, red poppies, like splashes of blood against the ocean backdrop.]

Ol' Sampo Koski wanted more back then, too. He went mad over it, y'know. But what is madness, but elation? Heehee. [He nuzzles into the other's neck, a cloying gesture as sweet as cough syrup.] One more hour, you say. What would you do? Claim what's yours?

[ His expression shifts to what it was before, seemingly thoughtful. He really doesn't. Understand, that is, when left with a collection of memories as well as feelings that Elysium's subconscious refuses to unpack by itself. There's desire; there's longing. Yet, there's reluctance with them too, which makes no sense to something that lacks a sense of danger entirely.

Once again, a beatific smile.

He only knows. What does he need to understand, when things will fall into place anyway? At least, he has an answer for that question: as for what Elysium would do with that extra hour, and as Sampo nestles into his neck, he's back to holding him in a tender embrace, resting his head against Sampo's as mouth falls next to his ear. ]

Hmm. You were never mind to have, then. [ 'then.' ] I would've wanted to thank you for the end of a beautiful journey, and enjoy that last sunrise with you.

[ A pause to go over motions in his head; a kiss to Sampo's temple. ]

But now, I can thank you for the start of a new one. [ hehe. ] A single sunrise is a small price to pay for an eternity.

[The tender embrace seems to make something crack. The kiss to his temple even more so. Sampo's breath starts to hitch, before it staccatos out of his pained chest. A ha-ha-ha-ha but it's clear its from him sobbing.]

[Tears flow out of his eyes. It's almost cartoonish, like a flow has just been turned on, but he's absolutely shedding tears that drip down his face and onto the other man.]

Why did you die, Elysium? Why did you die...? Is eternity really going to be the same without you?

[The tears are leaving red streaks on his face, like makeup is dissolving.]

[ Now

that isn't a part of the script. The typical response to tears might be to offer comfort and/or reassurance—but neither of them are typical in any sense of the word. As is, he unwinds; he takes a step back and looks on as though he's observing a science experiment gone awry.

An episode? Should he knock him out? He tilts his head in curiosity. The colours and theatrics do nothing to faze him, and he simply takes a hand to touch the red streak in wonder. ]

… You have all the time in the world to figure it out. Haha. Should I leave you be for the time being? Would that help?

No. No. Please don't leave me.

[His tail curls around the other's legs, like he's a lonely child who doesn't want to let go of their favorite stuffed animal. The tears stop as soon as they came, like they never happened. He still looks pained, though, breathing heavily.]

Such a nasty trick you've played. Well done. Ol' Sampo would give you a round of applause. You killed Elysium and replaced him, skin and bone. You really are a worthless, needy little organism.

[And then, its as if invisible fingers are compressing over his body. More snapping occurs, as Sampo's body suddenly spasms and crumples, a doll smashed where its held in an unseen fist. The voice echoes, like from a faraway carnival, tinny and dramatic.]

Too bad! I've done exactly the same thing.

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