[It's been ten days exactly since Lup arrived in Hadriel (she is not including that weird ten day-stint in Pleasant Valley, no thanks) and enough is enough. There's still a lingering disconnect in all of the twins' interactions, an off-step between them that Lup can't keep pretending doesn't exist. Taako may be fine with sticking his fingers in his ears and singing instead of addressing the issue directly, but she isn't. There's just too much that she doesn't know.
There's too much about him that she doesn't understand.
It's late into the evening when Lup finally corners her brother in their shared room, the only clue to her arrival the soft click of the door behind her. She'd planned on having this conversation earlier, so much earlier, but sometimes it felt like Taako would pick up on her plan and disappear before she could confront him. Not this time though. She's ready for him.]
So. [Lup stays near the doorway, hands resting on her hips as she eyes her twin from across the room.] It's time for us to talk.
[Well, she's right about one thing; if she had given him any warning about exactly how serious this was, he would've ran and made an excuse for much longer. It's not that he's trying to avoid being alone with her- there was just nothing to be said. Nothing he would know how to say. Even now, laying on his stomach in his bed pouring over a book, she speaks and his eyes dart once between where he is and the door, trying to determine if he has enough time with blink to make it straight through the wall.
He knows it's because ever since getting back from Pleasant Valley, it's been worse. When she arrived, he really didn't have an answer to the full breadth of it- didn't know what happened after the Conservatory, still fuzzy around the edges of getting to this plane and what split them up. It hurt to think about it, so he didn't. But... well, guess all he needed was another set of memories to knock the real ones somewhere out of hiding. Who knew?
Even now, he sits with the Umbra Staff tucked under his arm. She's right here and he's still mourning her.
God, this is fucked up.
His eyes return to the pages, tucking a little bit of loose hair behind his ear.]
Talk about what, bubbleh? I'm snuggled up with a book, so time's kinda tight here.
[Giving Magnus the ability to text was literally the worst conceived thing ever invented, and yet, Taako is the one who has to suffer every goddamn day for it. He climbs to the side of his bed and slams the side of his fist into the wall a few times before responding.]
Sup, is this Taa-ko the elf? Yeah, me too. We'll do the secret elf handshake later. Say, I'm standing here with some jackass in a suit who seems to think you and I look related, even though I've never even spoken to you before, right? Yeah, that's what I thought.
[a brief pause before she continues on,] His name's Kravitz. Yep, sounds like the same jerkwad. I'll let 'im know. Sure, we'll have to meet up and chat about how prejudiced--[BEEP]
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[He stares at this for longer than he wants to, letting the invitation knock around in his brain. On one hand, fuck yes, he hasn't been stoned since this summer and that's a crime. On the other hand, hyper realistic dream of her tearing his throat out. Pros and cons.
He hums, because damnit, giving in and avoiding her over something not even real is bullshit. It's just stuff the liches in charge made up. It doesn't matter.]
y e s thought youd never ask do you want cookies brownies or both because i can have that shit within the hour
[ Should Taako venture up to the living room on the third floor of the TAZ house, he'll find he's not alone... there's a big guy sleeping on their couch, most definitely invited if the pillow and blanket he's been given are any indication. There's a duffel bag tucked out of the way beside it, and his boots.
[Mmm, surely invited implies a lot of things. Namely, that he respects anything about anyone, and that he gives a shit. He stands by the couch for a minute or two, tapping his finger on his chin while he decides how he's gonna do this. When he finally seems satisfied, he wanders past the living room into the kitchen, rummages around for a moment, and comes back with a regular metal spoon.
Sliding between the couch and the coffee table, he squats near Drake's face, turns the utensil so he's holding the rounded part, and just slides the handle into one of Drake's nostrils.
Wakey wakey who're you, this was a non-invasive way to do this. Totally.]
yknow krav im real prepared to be super sympathetic with you about this a real comfort from your old boyf but you can fucking teleport you have never needed to go outside ever in your entire life why do you even give a fuck
Since the event with Rage, since Lup last saw Barry, the city's felt stifling and unbearably hot, uncomfortable in a way that Lup hasn't felt since her very first few weeks into Hadriel months upon months ago. Being near Taako helps, his presence has always helped to keep her rooted, but there's a point where nearly a month has passed where enough is just enough. She loves her brother, adores the family they've come to call their own, but Lup needs a little time away from this house, away from the memories of Barry that linger here.
So she roped up a few of her closest friends and dragged them out on a trip outside of the city's boundaries and she was right all along. It was exactly what she needed.
When Lup steps back into Tres Horny home, she's a bit of a mess. Her short hair is wind-swept all over the place, a messy halo of light blonde around her head, that sticks up this way and that without order. The color of her skin's deepened by at least a shade from all of the direct contact out beneath the double suns, the light freckles on her face and against her shoulders more pronounced than ever. And she's dirty, covered in dust and dirt and grime from the trek home.
But she's beaming, looking and feeling lighter than ever, fueled by not only a return home to the people who matter most after a wonderful trip, but by the sweet words of her husband promising to meet her later that day. Things finally feel like they're coming back to some kind of balance, like it's all finally falling into place.
Until she steps into the room her and Taako share, that is.
They usually live like gremlins, but this is extreme even for them. Her twin looks exhausted in a way no spell could ever conceal, shoulders hunched and dark shadows under his eyes, like he hasn't slept in day. Lup drops her bag to the ground immediately, already toeing off her boots before she's moving closer to him.]
Have you been sitting there staring at the wall since I left, goobus?
[Just about all Taako’s done since Kravitz dropped him off was find the energy to crawl up to his bed. He isn’t really tired anymore, in the sleeping sense- he spent a lot of the last day entirely passed out in Kravitz’ apartment, after about five days of illness, paranoia, and not taking a second of rest the entire experience. He’s picking at the end of his hair- it’s the only non-tousled thing about him, and only because Kravitz re-braided it while he was asleep. Taako doesn’t really know how to feel about that, honestly. That he keeps doing things without being asked. That he just— does them, because he thinks it will make Taako happy. It’s a lot to parse.
But his twin’s reappearance can’t help but lift a bit of the dread from his shoulders, a flick of an ear her direction, marginally more lively than he’s been most of the week.]
No, duh. I have other stuff that I do with my uh, time and stuff.
[It’s not the same all consuming pain that Lup had about her when he returned, but he’s obviously got something, or many somethings, tossing around in his mind.]
How was your, uh, little chick party? Get eaten by any more cave-ins?
[ sometime this week, when taako is out and about, a small bird with long skinny legs flaps hurriedly down nearby. once it has their attention, its long skinny beak opens and words come pouring out! real actual words which don't sound bird voicey at all. in fact, it sounds like a familiar weird redhead they might know: ]
"Hi Taako! So I'm throwing a brunch in the orchard this Friday morning around elevenish and I'd love you to come! Please bring anything you--"
[ whoops, maybe there was more to the message? either way, the bird takes off again to fly out toward the horizon and back to its home island in the distance. feel free to interpret that unfinished request however you might, brunch buddy! ]
Mornings tangled up with Taako, his hair in Kravitz's mouth and chin jutting sharply into his chest. It's perfect. He wasn't sure what to expect moving into the horny house, but he thinks he can put up with the noise and mess if he gets this in exchange.
He squeezes Taako tightly with both arms, half lifting him as he pulls the elf properly on top of him. Good morning.]
He and Lup have spent so long folded together in small spaces, crammed on too small beds and in corners of anywhere they can reach that they know how to fold into each other perfectly, something like hair or ears getting in the way seeming like nothing. He's learned how to fit with others in a way that's comfortable; Angus curled into his middle on the couch on one memorable afternoon, Barry and his arms that just go all the way out, Magnus and his bone crushing hugs. It's been a science, a carefully poised dance.
With Kravitz, it's... natural. He lets him crawl his way around and sprawl out and get his legs fucking everywhere and he's fine with it. Hell, he even does shit like this, gently waking him by pulling him onto his chest, letting Taako flutter his eyes open just to see his face in the morning. It's kind of amazing? Don't make him say the l word again, just know he's thinking it.
He's also going to make a half laughing noise and summon a mage hand to pull the sheets up over his shoulders and over both of them.]
Hey my man, don't waste all the body heat I spent all night generating to warm up your cold ass bod. Or did you spend all night staring at me again?
uh YEAH you fuckin better come on youve seen the scrubs in this city why would you trust anyone else with something as precious as your education use your head, nateyboi
[There's always the danger of walking into a good dicking when one of the twins busts into either Kravitz or Barry's room unannounced since the big landscape change, but that doesn't seem to be a concern today when Lup pushes open the door to Kravitz's bedroom without knocking, no hesitation when she steps inside. It's still early in the morning, a little after seven, and the woman looks like she's just rolled out of bed, wide-eyed and messy-haired, still dressed in her pajamas from the previous night.]
Taako - [It doesn't matter how indecently the boys are dressed or if she's managed to catch them curled up around one another, Lup's voice is softer than it should be as she moves across the room to Taako's side, a cold hand moving to his arm.]
[Taako is absolutely curled in around Kravitz. It should be no surprise that he's the little spoon in this relationship, kind of twisted into his arms so his face rests around his collarbone, but Lup's words make the ear on top of his head flick up. He rolls over, a sluggish movement with one eye cracked as she comes into focus.]
What?
[He's whispering back, though twisting so he can roll over to look at her.]
[He snorts in amusement at her instant question, because whatever this is Must be good now.]
Wow, no more riveting weather discussion?
[He even pauses for a few seconds before he starts talking again, whether she started speaking or not.]
Anyway, yeah, it's called conjuration, you just make a thing but it's usually not permanent unless you're crazy good. Plus you tend to need some material to work with. Not my specialty, but I do okay. Why?
I understand that you're still upset. I'm not going to ask you not to be, because you have every right. I know that I've made mistakes, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry that things turned out this way, and - well, I won't waste your time talking about it. I know you don't want to hear it.
I've tried to do as you ask, and give you your space. I can't pretend that I'm happy about it, but I'll respect your wishes, as long as you need. I know I owe you that much.
But please, Taako, understand that there's only so much I can do here. I can't erase the past. I can't undo the hurt I've caused you. I'm doing what I can and these childish games aren't getting us anywhere. I don't know whether you somehow managed to sneak in undetected and enchant every object in the house, or if you've developed an invisible Mage Hand spell, and of course either way I'm very impressed with your skill. But this morning my bed dumped me out onto the floor and the sheets tied themselves into a knot. All the pictues on the walls are upside down, and when I went into the kitchen the silverware had arranged itself into extremely rude words. You've made your point. Please let me rest.
[Professionalism is not his strong suit, but Nate does his damnedest to scribe a boiler plate write-up that reads like something he might have issued from his office at the marine salvage company, as opposed to his usual informality.]
I'm heading up an expedition to the foothills of the mountain range in the next few days and looking for people with experience in excavation, long-term exploration, combat, and magic. I'm reaching out to you because I know you're proficient in at least one of these things, if not more, and I'm going to need all the help I can get.
It's a week out to the mountain range, maybe longer, and when we get there the intent is to locate and gain access to a bunker. With any luck we can learn something about this world we didn’t know before, and use it to our advantage.
This trip will be at least two weeks long. The weather is turning, snow is getting thick, and the temperatures will consistently be somewhere around freezing. Parts of this will suck. If you're interested, I need to know what you specifically can bring to the table in terms of survival and resources. Everyone's going to have to pitch in for shelter, food, and keeping watch, because we don't know what's out there.
Let me know as soon as you can. We leave at the first of the month.
hey knock knock natey drake home in there you better not have had to type this every single time because u coulda just said 'hey im going to do some stupid shit' and id ask deets anyway 2 things 1: you asked lup right. because like. you know 2: how many people you think and do i know em
[Taako violently sits up in his bed as soon as she busts in, all of his limbs out with the grace of a startled cat. He just barely avoids smacking his head against the ceiling before he gets his act together to glance down at Lup.]
Holy fuck you're loud. And uh, if you just found pudding in one of your shoes, that was not me, it was Ango.
[It was him. But this conversation is not about that, as he's about to figure out.]
[ Sometime after the effects of the latest Fear event have worn off, Taako will just get a boy detective slamming into his chest at 90 miles an hour, throwing his arms around him in a big, goobery hug. ]
SIRRRRRRR!
[ He's just. Wailing. Do not expect coherency from him right now. ]
[By the time everything is over, Taako just wants to sleep for a week. Not that he didn't do a fair amount of sleeping at the point where he decided 'actually, fuck this' and ran away to live in the woods, but he wanted plumbing back and people have recognized him on the street, so he figures this is as good a time as any. He's cleaned up and settling into the house again, thinking about what he might make for dinner now that he has his kitchen back, when All of Angus just hits him at absolute top speed. Taako stumbles, just a little, but retains his footing while looking down at the boy, hands all the way in the air.]
Woah, holy shit, are you dying? Did Peanut bite you? I've been waiting for the day to throw that teeth dog onto the fire, if he hurt you we are having Peanut Fricassee tonight, stat.
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There's too much about him that she doesn't understand.
It's late into the evening when Lup finally corners her brother in their shared room, the only clue to her arrival the soft click of the door behind her. She'd planned on having this conversation earlier, so much earlier, but sometimes it felt like Taako would pick up on her plan and disappear before she could confront him. Not this time though. She's ready for him.]
So. [Lup stays near the doorway, hands resting on her hips as she eyes her twin from across the room.] It's time for us to talk.
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He knows it's because ever since getting back from Pleasant Valley, it's been worse. When she arrived, he really didn't have an answer to the full breadth of it- didn't know what happened after the Conservatory, still fuzzy around the edges of getting to this plane and what split them up. It hurt to think about it, so he didn't. But... well, guess all he needed was another set of memories to knock the real ones somewhere out of hiding. Who knew?
Even now, he sits with the Umbra Staff tucked under his arm. She's right here and he's still mourning her.
God, this is fucked up.
His eyes return to the pages, tucking a little bit of loose hair behind his ear.]
Talk about what, bubbleh? I'm snuggled up with a book, so time's kinda tight here.
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Sup, is this Taa-ko the elf? Yeah, me too. We'll do the secret elf handshake later. Say, I'm standing here with some jackass in a suit who seems to think you and I look related, even though I've never even spoken to you before, right? Yeah, that's what I thought.
[a brief pause before she continues on,] His name's Kravitz. Yep, sounds like the same jerkwad. I'll let 'im know. Sure, we'll have to meet up and chat about how prejudiced--[BEEP]
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yeah sure man
this isnt about the robot murder list is it
youre not planning on putting a knife in my ribs for your new shitty overlords or w/e
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action, im so sorry
Sliding between the couch and the coffee table, he squats near Drake's face, turns the utensil so he's holding the rounded part, and just slides the handle into one of Drake's nostrils.
Wakey wakey who're you, this was a non-invasive way to do this. Totally.]
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a real comfort from your old boyf
but you can fucking teleport
you have never needed to go outside ever in your entire life
why do you even give a fuck
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cuz pretty sure you were like eight not like an actual infant
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oh absolutely! probs when he's sick but managing
fuckin nerd
im not his keeper
did you catch him rooting through your trash for jeans scraps or smth
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Since the event with Rage, since Lup last saw Barry, the city's felt stifling and unbearably hot, uncomfortable in a way that Lup hasn't felt since her very first few weeks into Hadriel months upon months ago. Being near Taako helps, his presence has always helped to keep her rooted, but there's a point where nearly a month has passed where enough is just enough. She loves her brother, adores the family they've come to call their own, but Lup needs a little time away from this house, away from the memories of Barry that linger here.
So she roped up a few of her closest friends and dragged them out on a trip outside of the city's boundaries and she was right all along. It was exactly what she needed.
When Lup steps back into Tres Horny home, she's a bit of a mess. Her short hair is wind-swept all over the place, a messy halo of light blonde around her head, that sticks up this way and that without order. The color of her skin's deepened by at least a shade from all of the direct contact out beneath the double suns, the light freckles on her face and against her shoulders more pronounced than ever. And she's dirty, covered in dust and dirt and grime from the trek home.
But she's beaming, looking and feeling lighter than ever, fueled by not only a return home to the people who matter most after a wonderful trip, but by the sweet words of her husband promising to meet her later that day. Things finally feel like they're coming back to some kind of balance, like it's all finally falling into place.
Until she steps into the room her and Taako share, that is.
They usually live like gremlins, but this is extreme even for them. Her twin looks exhausted in a way no spell could ever conceal, shoulders hunched and dark shadows under his eyes, like he hasn't slept in day. Lup drops her bag to the ground immediately, already toeing off her boots before she's moving closer to him.]
Have you been sitting there staring at the wall since I left, goobus?
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But his twin’s reappearance can’t help but lift a bit of the dread from his shoulders, a flick of an ear her direction, marginally more lively than he’s been most of the week.]
No, duh. I have other stuff that I do with my uh, time and stuff.
[It’s not the same all consuming pain that Lup had about her when he returned, but he’s obviously got something, or many somethings, tossing around in his mind.]
How was your, uh, little chick party? Get eaten by any more cave-ins?
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"Hi Taako! So I'm throwing a brunch in the orchard this Friday morning around elevenish and I'd love you to come! Please bring anything you--"
[ whoops, maybe there was more to the message? either way, the bird takes off again to fly out toward the horizon and back to its home island in the distance. feel free to interpret that unfinished request however you might, brunch buddy! ]
hell yeah
Please bring anything, huh? Yeah, that's how it went. So, a sister and some apps, got it. He grins as the bird takes off, giving it a little wave.]
Oh def, babe. See ya. Food better be good, I'll know.
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Mornings tangled up with Taako, his hair in Kravitz's mouth and chin jutting sharply into his chest. It's perfect. He wasn't sure what to expect moving into the horny house, but he thinks he can put up with the noise and mess if he gets this in exchange.
He squeezes Taako tightly with both arms, half lifting him as he pulls the elf properly on top of him. Good morning.]
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He and Lup have spent so long folded together in small spaces, crammed on too small beds and in corners of anywhere they can reach that they know how to fold into each other perfectly, something like hair or ears getting in the way seeming like nothing. He's learned how to fit with others in a way that's comfortable; Angus curled into his middle on the couch on one memorable afternoon, Barry and his arms that just go all the way out, Magnus and his bone crushing hugs. It's been a science, a carefully poised dance.
With Kravitz, it's... natural. He lets him crawl his way around and sprawl out and get his legs fucking everywhere and he's fine with it. Hell, he even does shit like this, gently waking him by pulling him onto his chest, letting Taako flutter his eyes open just to see his face in the morning. It's kind of amazing? Don't make him say the l word again, just know he's thinking it.
He's also going to make a half laughing noise and summon a mage hand to pull the sheets up over his shoulders and over both of them.]
Hey my man, don't waste all the body heat I spent all night generating to warm up your cold ass bod. Or did you spend all night staring at me again?
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come on youve seen the scrubs in this city
why would you trust anyone else with something as precious as your education
use your head, nateyboi
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What?
[He's whispering back, though twisting so he can roll over to look at her.]
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Wow, no more riveting weather discussion?
[He even pauses for a few seconds before he starts talking again, whether she started speaking or not.]
Anyway, yeah, it's called conjuration, you just make a thing but it's usually not permanent unless you're crazy good. Plus you tend to need some material to work with. Not my specialty, but I do okay. Why?
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Dear Taako,
I understand that you're still upset. I'm not going to ask you not to be, because you have every right. I know that I've made mistakes, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry that things turned out this way, and - well, I won't waste your time talking about it. I know you don't want to hear it.
I've tried to do as you ask, and give you your space. I can't pretend that I'm happy about it, but I'll respect your wishes, as long as you need. I know I owe you that much.
But please, Taako, understand that there's only so much I can do here. I can't erase the past. I can't undo the hurt I've caused you. I'm doing what I can and these childish games aren't getting us anywhere. I don't know whether you somehow managed to sneak in undetected and enchant every object in the house, or if you've developed an invisible Mage Hand spell, and of course either way I'm very impressed with your skill. But this morning my bed dumped me out onto the floor and the sheets tied themselves into a knot. All the pictues on the walls are upside down, and when I went into the kitchen the silverware had arranged itself into extremely rude words. You've made your point. Please let me rest.
Sincerely,
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I'm heading up an expedition to the foothills of the mountain range in the next few days and looking for people with experience in excavation, long-term exploration, combat, and magic. I'm reaching out to you because I know you're proficient in at least one of these things, if not more, and I'm going to need all the help I can get.
It's a week out to the mountain range, maybe longer, and when we get there the intent is to locate and gain access to a bunker. With any luck we can learn something about this world we didn’t know before, and use it to our advantage.
This trip will be at least two weeks long. The weather is turning, snow is getting thick, and the temperatures will consistently be somewhere around freezing. Parts of this will suck. If you're interested, I need to know what you specifically can bring to the table in terms of survival and resources. Everyone's going to have to pitch in for shelter, food, and keeping watch, because we don't know what's out there.
Let me know as soon as you can. We leave at the first of the month.
Nathan Drake
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natey drake home in there
you better not have had to type this every single time because u coulda just said 'hey im going to do some stupid shit' and id ask deets
anyway 2 things
1: you asked lup right. because like. you know
2: how many people you think and do i know em
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why are they like this
because they never went to high school for real
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AAHHHHHHHRRHHHGGGGHHHHHHHHHAA!
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Holy fuck you're loud. And uh, if you just found pudding in one of your shoes, that was not me, it was Ango.
[It was him. But this conversation is not about that, as he's about to figure out.]
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SIRRRRRRR!
[ He's just. Wailing. Do not expect coherency from him right now. ]
hell yes
Woah, holy shit, are you dying? Did Peanut bite you? I've been waiting for the day to throw that teeth dog onto the fire, if he hurt you we are having Peanut Fricassee tonight, stat.
PEANUT FRICASSEE!! HOW DARE!
HES BAD
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