[He takes the lead when she gives it, sliding his hand open just long enough to move to take hers. She thinks it's over. She's already apologizing. He could say he's bitter about her leaving, or how worried he was, but in truth it was just that. He was scared. He was afraid and sick but he should have been able to see it through.
Except, that too, was taken.]
It's not... it's not over, Lup. Don't you think if you'd just up and gone I wouldn't have found you if I could?
[He has to keep going. He can't look quite at her face, but he can look at their hands, clasped together like a lifeline.]
Barry and I looked for you for months. We figured you were trying to get the Gauntlet back, so we just followed the trail of it across the continent, but it never turned up anything. And y'know, we'd have found you. If it wasn't for her.
[He grips her a little tighter, but it's not out of fear. It's anger. It's malice behind his teeth, feeling like fire in his veins, as if he's the one being consumed by the gauntlet's fire when he says her name.]
Lucretia figured out a secret about the Voidfish-- Fisher. That thing. It doesn't have to rebroadcast stuff, but if you drink it's ichor, you remember everything it wiped. And she fed it our mission. She fed it... us, Lup. Barry and I were talking about you and in a second I couldn't even think of who you were.
[Remembering the forgetting is the worst part, because everything feels like a jumble and he's not sure it'll ever be clear. But the sensation of slipping, of trying to think about her as it leaves, as Barry shouts to kill him, please, I can't forget her as everything goes fuzzy around the edges.]
She split us up. Wanted to do her plan and didn't want us interfering. I didn't find anyone again until she wanted us to because she couldn't do it on her own. She brought us back together a year ago to collect the fuckin' relics for her because she couldn't figure it out on her own, because we were the ones who made 'em so they wouldn't control us. The voidfish had a second one and she was able to keep lying by making us think she told us the truth about the war, because she erased that too, so nobody else would fight anymore. She lied about everything, about us making them, she kept Barry off the base entirely, and fuckin'... Davenport didn't remember anything. He couldn't say anything that wasn't his own goddamn name and none of us knew.
[He can't bear to let her go, but he has a free hand so he doesn't have to, lifting the Umbra Staff from where it's tucked in the crook of his arm. He's shaking more than he wants to, but the words are spilling out like a waterfall and he can't stop, even if he wanted to.]
You made this. On the artificing planet, you made this, and disappeared with it. I found it where the Gauntlet was hidden, and I didn't-- I didn't remember you then, I didn't know. This thing absorbs the powers of defeated magic users, and the last time it took in a lich, all that was left was dust, but it's been... it responds, sometimes. Carved your name in the wall a few months ago. But I don't... I don't know if you're alive in there. I don't know if I could get you out.
[He won't let go of it. He won't let go of her. They're both all he has left of her.]
I didn't remember growing up with you, or the mission, that I even knew magic for a while, fuckin' anything. And look, do I, do I like that you just ran off after your relic or whatever, no, but it wouldn't have mattered if it wasn't for her.
[Fuck. God, he's almost crying again, like when he saw her at the coliseum, when he realized he had one more chance. Damnit. Damnit.]
I spent ten fucking years thinking I'd done it by myself, Lup. That there wasn't a single person on any goddamn planet that ever cared about me enough to say so.
[Lup had thought that her disappearing with nothing but a note left behind would be the worst thing that could have possibly happened to Taako in the time between where they both came into Hadriel from. But this is just so, so much worse.
Yet at the same time, so many of the puzzle pieces now slide effortlessly into place. Even if Lup would have left, even if something had happened to prevent her from coming back, Taako would have found her. There's no doubt in her heart that he would have looked tirelessly until he'd succeeded. Ten years may be nothing in their lifetime, but it's too long a period of time for him (and Barry, her heart drops) to have not found her, even if she had gotten, uh, sucked up into that umbrella, like he was currently implying. If Lup had the power to burn her own name into a wall while trapped inside, she knows she would have caught Taako's attention the second she felt his presence nearby.
Unless, of course, something had kept him from searching. If someone had kept him from hearing her.
It would have been impossible for Lup to not feel the familiar boil of rage under her skin at this crushing betrayal of trust, sparks already dancing dangerously off the fingertips of her free hand, the one not entwined so tightly with Taako's. Lup feels like screaming. She wants to explode and rage and consume the entire world just to make this right, to make the suffering her brother was still so obviously enduring go up in flames. Anything to keep him from breaking down like he was, so close to actual tears, more emotional than she'd seen him since they were children.
Sure, Lup may have started this whole chain of tragedies with the creation of the relics and her abrupt disappearance, but she hadn't been the one to finish it. Lucretia had.
Gods, that truth fucking hurt.
But Lup huffs instead of exploding, breathing out through her nose, attempting to calm down the dangerous energy surging within her. Trying to clear the red from her vision. She's furious and there's no doubt she'll be wasting all of her spell slots blowing shit up after this conversation, but Taako is right there, shaking and nearly sobbing, reaching out to her for once, actually closing the division between them that has felt so gaping wide since her arrival. How could Lup possibly push him aside now just to let herself burn up in anger?
She may have unintentionally taken that path in the past, always so focused forward that sometimes she missed that he needed her, but never fucking again.
It's awkward as hell with the umbrella so tightly in his grasp, but Lup surges forward to wrap her arms around her brother, engulfing him completely and dragging his head to her shoulder. They are both a mess, shaking and wrought with emotions that neither can really put into words, but her fingers curl into his shirt and his hair and there's just no way she's letting go of him now. Taako may not cry, but Lup does, the combination of her suppressed anger and way he made her heart ache just enough to leave her eyes prickling with tears.
What can she even say? What is there even left to be said? For once, no stupid jokes are sitting on the tip of her tongue. Everything is just too raw.]
[If he's being honest with himself, Taako doesn't remember the last time he had any kind of breakdown, any moment where everything was so spiraled out of control he couldn't think straight, couldn't process a good answer or downplay what he's feeling. Not that he was ever the talkative type or would offer up that information willingly, but it always happened in the same way it's happening now; Lup would find him. Lup would slide up, and she would already know, and that stress was held together, between closed hands, in the quiet places of his life he held most important. He had always wondered, back when things would get rough in those ten years, when he would get overwhelmed and need to retreat somewhere to save face, why he couldn't just handle it. If he'd spent his whole life like that, why he couldn't deal with loneliness, why it wasn't a practiced art.
She erased him. Lucretia, for everything she did or wanted to do, took him from himself by taking him from his other half. He doesn't know if he can forgive her for that, doesn't think he wants to. Is thankful, for just a few moments more, that right now he doesn't have to deal with it. One more thing he can push off for just a few more moments.
He shifts, letting the umbrella push down into his lap so his arms are free, letting them fold in like the rest of him when she grabs. It's the same familiar motion he took in the Coliseum, weeks ago, hands near her collarbones with his head in her shoulder, eyes closed, forgetting the world for as much time as he can steal from it for a few seconds with her by his side.
For the first time in a long time, he's whole.]
See, this is why I didn't wanna say anything. Gonna smudge my look somethin' fierce with this.
[It's weak, not his best. Not even a defense. He just can't let it stay silent and listen to her cry. It'll make him feel like that was his fault, too.]
You could've asked me. To go get the gauntlet with you. I know you haven't done it yet, like, it's pointless for me to even be asking, but... fuck, Lup, c'mon. Like I wouldn't have ditched clown town with you for that.
[Like he wouldn't have ditched them all for anything if she was on the line.]
[It's not Taako's best, but Lup laughs anyway, the sound wet and mirthless, the arms encircling him tightening just enough to remind him of just how real she was. It's a silent promise that she's not going anywhere, she's at his side for as long as he'll have her.]
I know, babe. I know. [How can she comfort him regarding something she hasn't even experienced yet? Lup's particular brand of comfort has never been stellar. She throws around jokes and diversions just as much as Taako does for the most part, but this whole thing is so huge and significant and even trying to make jokes while there are tears streaming down her face seems impossible even for her. So Lup leans in and presses a quick kiss to Taako's temple, her chin resting against his hair.]
You know I appreciate you telling me, right? This whole thing is so fucked up, but Taako, I don't care how many years keep us apart, you're always my brother and nothing will ever change that. Talk to me instead of keeping it inside, alright? Don't lock me out.
[Because being forgotten couldn't possibly hurt more than being purposely pushed away.]
[He breathes, and it's shakier than he'd like, still cursing himself for letting her see weakness for the one person he never had to. He's doing this. He's making it worse on the both of them for leaning back on his fake self, kicking his own heart when he's already down.
But still, she makes herself close, whispers to him as he shakes, quick pieces of tangible affection in hands and heads pressed together. He hasn't felt like a kid in so long, because his childhood felt too blurry for 10 years.
Of course, if anyone would come to chase away the fog, it would be her.]
Yeah, trust me, I know how fucked up it is, like, if you needed to remind me of anything it wasn't that.
[He heaves another breath, too heavy against the inside of his chest, letting himself go a little more limp in her arms. He's out of fight to give. Out of barriers to break.]
I just... I don't know, Lup, I don't remember how to talk to people, it's not... it's not you, it's just everything.
[It's everything he is, too scattered, and he just hasn't had time to pick up the pieces between every other catastrophe. He's glad, all of a sudden, that he's not looking at her, and just presses himself a little closer, blinking a few tears from the edge of his vision as he prepares to be more vulnerable than he's been in recent memory.]
I thought you might think I wasn't me anymore. That I wasn't the person you knew.
Taako, [and Lup can't help the touch of amusement to her tone, like she's trying not to smile at how utterly ridiculous he is.]
You're such a dork. I can't believe you'd ever think that. [It's true that he's different. That he's changed in the time they've been apart. There's shades of him that Lup is still struggling to learn, sharp edges of his that used to be so much smoother. But all of this changing he's done doesn't make Lup wish for him revert back to who he used to be. It only makes Lup want to grow to catch up with him, to learn and understand these new pieces of her brother. She wants him to be happy and to trust her, of course, but not at the sake of losing the self he's become in her absence. They'll navigate this newness together.]
I don't care how much you ever change, you're still Taako to me. We have the same memories, bro, you can't escape that. You're still the Taako that had my back after we were left behind. The Taako that supported me without question through everything. [Her arms squeeze him a little tighter, hands fisted in his hair.] You're the Taako that helped me make my first soufflé that didn't collapse, and the one that stayed up late nights with me while we were studying at university. The same Taako that destroyed my favorite skirt when we were ten and don't think I'm still not holding you to that.
So yeah, you've changed, but so what? You're Taako and I'm Lup and the rest of the world can go fuck off. I'm here for this new Taako experience. I'm all in. One hundred percent. I told you I'm not going anywhere and I mean it, babe. You're stuck with me.
[She has to believe they can fix this, no matter what it takes.]
[His body shakes out a laugh when she talks, like he's trying to reconcile the sheer amount of emotional bullshit running through him right now, but she can probably tell from the feel of it that he can't stop the tears flowing onto her shoulder. She still wants him around. She still... fucking cares. Through all of his bullshit, all of his avoidance, every unpleasant piece of him, and she doesn't only want to stay, she's determined to do it.
It's been so, so long since he's had this kind of love where he knows it's real.
He hangs onto her like a lifeline, just pulling back enough so he can wipe his face with a free hand.]
Yeah, well, no take-backs, alright? That's a verbal contract right there. Signed for life and maybe after, seeing as we're so damn bad at dying.
[It's not funny. None of this is funny. He just can't... say it right, not in a way he thinks that'll mean anything. She's gotta know it's him.]
I didn't want to lose you to... to me, and my stupid. Everything. I didn't want to push you out, I just don't really remember how to do this, uh, trust thing. To know people aren't gonna give up on me, and I know that sounds fuckin' stupid after hundreds of years of everything, but. It was always you. I'm not... I'm not me when you're not here.
[He grips her a little harder, still feeling the aftershocks of anger.]
She won't take you again. If you're still out there, back home, I'm gonna find you. I promise.
[Lup can feel Taako crying, feel the wetness gathering at her shoulder, soaking through his shirt that she's swiped. The hands gripping her like he's afraid she'll slip through his fingers if he lets go even slightly. But she also feels his overwhelming relief. Things aren't going to slot themselves into place overnight, not when her brother's memories of her are still so new compared to the fake ones he'd been living with, but Lup feels so much more optimistic about their future. He isn't pushing her away and that means absolutely everything.
She presses another kiss against his hair, chuckling at his continued attempt at awful jokes. Lup knows exactly what it means, that's her usual tactic too. It's nice to see that of all the changes he's gone through without her in his life, that one remains.] Hey, you know I'm good for it. This girl keeps her promises. We're in this for life, bud, which for us is a fucking infinity.
[Taako speaks more honest and openly than she's heard since her arrival in Hadriel. The protective rage is still there, bubbling under the surface, seeing how deeply effected her brother was by a decision that was never his own to make. And gods, she's still having so much difficulty pinning all of this on the Lucretia that they knew, the woman they spent so many decades alongside. But Lup's so eternally grateful that he's talking to her at all, finally opening up after being closed for so long, it's just so easy to push the anger away for later. She needs to embrace her delight at this breakthrough.]
She won't, Taako. And I know you will. If anyone can find me, it's you. You know me better than anyone.
[It doesn't matter what paths she goes down or who she brings into her life. No one will ever know her like Taako does. Barry may love her and have given up his mortal life to stay at her side, but he could never understand the full extent of the twin's childhood together, living through those years with no one but each other. No one else would ever get it.] I know it's sappy as shit, but thank you. For this. For not pushing me away.
[He lets himself rest his head against her shoulder, eyes closed, just breathing as she speaks, trying to get himself back under control. It's been a long, long time since he felt like he could do this. A long time since they just... talked. But he can't let his avoidance, his fear of letting anyone in push her away. He can't lose her. She's been gone so long and if she slips away from him again it can't be his fault.]
Yeah, yeah, you think we need more emotions here? C'mon, Lup, you'd think the, uh, all the sobbing would be enough for you,like you wouldn't need all these genuine sap, but we're tappin' this like a tree my dude. Stuff's just flowin'. You put the spout in there and thought maybe you'd get uh, few drops, enough to cover your pancakes, and instead you smacked it once and got a flood.
[This one got away from him, and he shakes his head a bit, but it just feels like digging himself closer. That inevitable march towards each other, in the end, from wherever they are.]
Should've done it sooner anyway. I didn't... remember everything, at the beginning of the month. Nothin' past the conservatory. It took me a while. But it still should've been sooner.
[If anyone deserves his honesty, his kindness, every good part of him, it's her. It's always her.]
[Whatever boundaries Lup has for this kind of intimate closeness with others, Taako has always been the one exception to every rule. As far as she is concerned, every hug and every affectionate gesture is reserved for him and him alone. Whatever he doesn't want to use up, Lup can divide amongst the other people she holds dear in her life. But he will always come first.
As Taako rests against her, Lup's tight grip around him loosens, arms looped around his shoulders with no intent to let go just yet. She'll stay this way all night if it's what he needs to feel the rest of this tension fade away.]
Yeah, you should have. [There's no heat or judgement in her tone, it's just the truth that they both know. She idly plays with his hair, curling a lock around her finger.] But I get how weird all of this is. I won't hold it against you for avoiding me, as long as that shit stops here. Run from me like that again and your ass is grass, babe. [Even if she says it with a laugh, it's the honest truth. Avoiding her again won't end pretty for anyone.]
But you know we're going to be alright, don't you?
[His legs feel like they're starting to cramp, shoulders slumped weirdly and arms nearly limp but he just doesn't care. He feels tired, wrung-out, knows he still isn't really done here as much as he wants to be.]
Yeah, yeah, you have full permission to kill me or something, what does it even matter. Jeez.
[Finally, he pulls himself up, takes a second to wipe at his eyes with his hand in a quick one-two fingers and palm motion to clear his face. He knows what he has to do, but he hates to do it.]
There's, uh. Look, if we're being super honest right now, there's something else, so.
[He doesn't... like this. It was one thing when it was just the loss of his beauty, just a change to himself. It's another thing entirely now when it puts a rift between them, and there's still some ugly part of his defenses that pulls this to the surface as proof she'll find him too different to ever really be her brother. This is what will out him, push her somewhere back to the right Taako, to some version of himself he's forever lost.
But he sighs, lets his shoulders fall, and drops the spell he keeps to reverse what he lost in Wonderland.
It's subtle, to most others, but considering Lup of all people will know his face, the changes are stark, and likely jarring. An extra few lines to his face, new crow's feet next to his eyes, just a little droop to his ears and eyes. He tries to make himself look at her, and can't. Focuses somewhere off to the left and downwards, to the bed.
For once, he's let the Umbra Staff sit between them, out of his grasp.]
So, uh, had a run-in with some liches pretty recently, they had taken one of the relics, but we had to, uh, give stuff up to get to them. So... this is me now.
[Me. Not us. Just him.
He laughs, but it's still bitter, and he still can't meet her eyes. He doesn't want to see the fear he knows is coming. He doesn't want to be the one that hurt her again.]
[As reluctant as she may be to, Lup allows Taako to pull himself up just to clean his face, her hands moving from his hair to his shoulders, refusing to lose the physical contact between them yet. Even if she's feeling so much more confident about where they are, there's something worrying about the idea of letting go of him completely, like it will all go sliding back to how it had been. She's just not ready to release him yet.
But then there's more and even Lup can't hide the concern that knits between her brows, feeling her stomach drop. What the fuck could possibly be left?!
Taako sighs, Lup's heart left fluttering in her chest at anticipation of what comes next, and then his face changes.
It's such small changes, new lines that show his age, the slightest slope in a few of his features. They are changes that the rest of the world couldn't possibly catch unless they had two pictures to compare. Even losing a portion of his beauty, Lup still thought he was more beautiful than anyone else. And honestly? Lup kind of wants to deck him. That dramatic of a setup for such a fucking small thing! Gods, she could kill him!]
Taako, you're--... [Okay, so maybe it isn't as big a deal to her, but it clearly means something more to her brother. She knows there's some significance to him, that they don't match identically, that they aren't mirror images of the other. Her usual response would be to brush it aside, call him an idiot, and move on. But Taako has always been the outlier. This situation requires a more delicate touch than Lup's usual. So instead, she reaches for her brother's face, cupping his cheeks in her hands, before she closes her eyes.
One hand moves, trailing to his nose, running over it, delicately tapping the end of it.] Hm, same nose as me. [Both of her hands drift to his cheeks again, trailing slowly back to his hairline.] Same fucking killer cheekbones too. [One hand slips back to run along the edge of his ear, while she hums approvingly, then it's slipping back down to glide over his chin, drumming her fingers under his jaw.] Same ears and chin too. I'd say it's safe to say we're still twins.
[Her hands move upwards, aiming to run over his eyes to trace over their similarly shaped eyebrows, but Lup miscalculates and absolutely sticks a finger up his nose instead. Which just has her eyes snapping open before she laughs, loud and unrestrained.] Hey, same nostrils too! That's good to know!
[He's tense, when she lays her hands on him for the first time, feeling under the microscope in a way he hasn't felt like since he was a child. Since adults grabbed at his cheeks, owners of caravans sized him up for what he could carry, what he was worth in the curve of his jaw and the cut of his smile on the stage. But he wasn't alone then, not like he's thought for so long. She was always there. There, with the same face and the same hands and he, in the end, is the one who changed.
She became a fucking lich, and he's more worried about this.
He tries to follow her fingers for a moment, but gives up on it, closing his eyes too. Letting them sit in the purgatory of what he created, the messy space of vulnerability.
And thankfully, blissfully, she shatters it by jamming her fucking thumb up his nose, and he sputters immediately in the most undignified yelp, wrenching himself away and ending up flopping back on his bed, laughter shaking his chest.]
Jeez, guess I gotta still be pretty if you can't keep your hands away from tryin' to climb in my face, jeez.
[He tilts himself up on his elbows so he can look at her again, for once, the spell forgotten. He'll put it back up later- he doesn't want to see himself, like this. But he hoped this meant something. He hopes she knows it means something.]
Well, now I guess you're all caught up. That's, uh, that's everything. Really.
[He is completely and utterly forgetting to talk about Kravitz right now. Honestly, all he can think of is how happy to have her back.
He's not letting her go again, either. She's not just back. They're back.
[What can Lup say? She's gotten pretty good at absolutely killing the tension in a room over the years. It was always especially important to her when they were children, when the world was just doing all it could to beat them down over and over again, to be able to draw laughter from her twin. Nearly two centuries later, being able to help ease that last bit of tension between them just makes her heart sing, warmth spreading through her chest.
His laughter rings sweetly in her ears, Lup's whole face crinkling in delight as she moves to make a show of wiping her thumb off on his blankets, her own laughter still shaking her shoulders.
When Taako props himself up to look at her, Lup's eyes don't linger across the differences of their faces when she meets his gaze, she just grins. Taako is Taako, no matter what physical changes have tried to separate them. The heart that beats in his chest is the same, just a little more weathered than when she last saw him, but Lup's determined to help with that too.]
Scoot over, Lup's coming in. [Not even waiting for him to make room for her, Lup flops onto her stomach next to Taako, throwing an arm around his middle and shoving his pillow under her chin.]
So, I'm at my absolute limit for this emotional crap for today, but maybe... [She inclines her head towards him, smile soft but her expression intensely happy. Taako speaking to her, even if she had to bully him into it, means everything to Lup. This feels good between them.] Maybe later you can tell me more? Like, not just the shitty parts, I kind of have a good grasp on that now. But, y'know, the good stuff too? Just more of what you chucklefucks have been up to. I'd like to know.
[It just feels... nice, more than anything, to have her here, pushing up next to him, a familiarity he could never place that he desperately needed but couldn't ask for. He had always been chasing a missing something, a hidden comfort he had tried to resolve that he was never getting, that he couldn't make himself vulnerable enough to get. But she's here, and if he hadn't been such an ass, it would be like she had never left. In the end, it's not over, and he doesn't want it to be. They're going to be okay. There's a place for them both, here, and he wouldn't trade that for anything.
The Umbra Staff still lays on the bed, and he shifts it out of the way for her, letting her lay close as he hangs the staff off a hook at the top of the bed. He doesn't need to hold it so close. She's here, and wants him, and they are still, blissfully there.
His smile is peaceful as she looks at him and speaks, expression completely calm. Which is what makes the delivery of the next line so good.]
Magnus ate one of the relics we made and Merle and I had to turn him into a stone slinky to get it out of his ass.
[Lup's mouth opens, then immediately snaps shut. Then opens again, Lup letting it hang agape for a moment or two, like she's trying to process just what Taako said. Trying to picture the full implication of what 'I had to turn him into a stone slinky to get it out of his ass' really meant.
Without warning, the elf flops over onto her side and cuddles up against Taako, propping her chin up on her elbow, proving that she's not going anywhere for the rest of the afternoon. She's all his. This time was just for them.]
Okay, forget what I said before, I need this story and I need it pronto! Why has it taken you weeks to tell me this?! I could have been hanging Stone Slinky!Magnus over his head this whole time! [She leans in, eagerly anticipating this story, the tension between them completely gone. This feels normal. This feels right.]
C'mon, Taako! I need to know everything. Start from the beginning.
[He laughs at her reaction, loud and full-bodied, gripping his stomach a bit as he goes and Lup gets ready to fuckin' party down on this info. He shifts, too, sitting upright with his legs crossed, because he's absolutely going to need hand visuals for this one.]
Alright, alright, well there's a lotta beginnings. So, uh, we were hunting down these relics we made without knowing we made them, right? So mine was a souped-up transmutation stone that fell into this hands of this nerd...
[And so they go, off into the afternoon, with much, much happier memories to fill in the future.]
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Except, that too, was taken.]
It's not... it's not over, Lup. Don't you think if you'd just up and gone I wouldn't have found you if I could?
[He has to keep going. He can't look quite at her face, but he can look at their hands, clasped together like a lifeline.]
Barry and I looked for you for months. We figured you were trying to get the Gauntlet back, so we just followed the trail of it across the continent, but it never turned up anything. And y'know, we'd have found you. If it wasn't for her.
[He grips her a little tighter, but it's not out of fear. It's anger. It's malice behind his teeth, feeling like fire in his veins, as if he's the one being consumed by the gauntlet's fire when he says her name.]
Lucretia figured out a secret about the Voidfish-- Fisher. That thing. It doesn't have to rebroadcast stuff, but if you drink it's ichor, you remember everything it wiped. And she fed it our mission. She fed it... us, Lup. Barry and I were talking about you and in a second I couldn't even think of who you were.
[Remembering the forgetting is the worst part, because everything feels like a jumble and he's not sure it'll ever be clear. But the sensation of slipping, of trying to think about her as it leaves, as Barry shouts to kill him, please, I can't forget her as everything goes fuzzy around the edges.]
She split us up. Wanted to do her plan and didn't want us interfering. I didn't find anyone again until she wanted us to because she couldn't do it on her own. She brought us back together a year ago to collect the fuckin' relics for her because she couldn't figure it out on her own, because we were the ones who made 'em so they wouldn't control us. The voidfish had a second one and she was able to keep lying by making us think she told us the truth about the war, because she erased that too, so nobody else would fight anymore. She lied about everything, about us making them, she kept Barry off the base entirely, and fuckin'... Davenport didn't remember anything. He couldn't say anything that wasn't his own goddamn name and none of us knew.
[He can't bear to let her go, but he has a free hand so he doesn't have to, lifting the Umbra Staff from where it's tucked in the crook of his arm. He's shaking more than he wants to, but the words are spilling out like a waterfall and he can't stop, even if he wanted to.]
You made this. On the artificing planet, you made this, and disappeared with it. I found it where the Gauntlet was hidden, and I didn't-- I didn't remember you then, I didn't know. This thing absorbs the powers of defeated magic users, and the last time it took in a lich, all that was left was dust, but it's been... it responds, sometimes. Carved your name in the wall a few months ago. But I don't... I don't know if you're alive in there. I don't know if I could get you out.
[He won't let go of it. He won't let go of her. They're both all he has left of her.]
I didn't remember growing up with you, or the mission, that I even knew magic for a while, fuckin' anything. And look, do I, do I like that you just ran off after your relic or whatever, no, but it wouldn't have mattered if it wasn't for her.
[Fuck. God, he's almost crying again, like when he saw her at the coliseum, when he realized he had one more chance. Damnit. Damnit.]
I spent ten fucking years thinking I'd done it by myself, Lup. That there wasn't a single person on any goddamn planet that ever cared about me enough to say so.
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Yet at the same time, so many of the puzzle pieces now slide effortlessly into place. Even if Lup would have left, even if something had happened to prevent her from coming back, Taako would have found her. There's no doubt in her heart that he would have looked tirelessly until he'd succeeded. Ten years may be nothing in their lifetime, but it's too long a period of time for him (and Barry, her heart drops) to have not found her, even if she had gotten, uh, sucked up into that umbrella, like he was currently implying. If Lup had the power to burn her own name into a wall while trapped inside, she knows she would have caught Taako's attention the second she felt his presence nearby.
Unless, of course, something had kept him from searching. If someone had kept him from hearing her.
It would have been impossible for Lup to not feel the familiar boil of rage under her skin at this crushing betrayal of trust, sparks already dancing dangerously off the fingertips of her free hand, the one not entwined so tightly with Taako's. Lup feels like screaming. She wants to explode and rage and consume the entire world just to make this right, to make the suffering her brother was still so obviously enduring go up in flames. Anything to keep him from breaking down like he was, so close to actual tears, more emotional than she'd seen him since they were children.
Sure, Lup may have started this whole chain of tragedies with the creation of the relics and her abrupt disappearance, but she hadn't been the one to finish it. Lucretia had.
Gods, that truth fucking hurt.
But Lup huffs instead of exploding, breathing out through her nose, attempting to calm down the dangerous energy surging within her. Trying to clear the red from her vision. She's furious and there's no doubt she'll be wasting all of her spell slots blowing shit up after this conversation, but Taako is right there, shaking and nearly sobbing, reaching out to her for once, actually closing the division between them that has felt so gaping wide since her arrival. How could Lup possibly push him aside now just to let herself burn up in anger?
She may have unintentionally taken that path in the past, always so focused forward that sometimes she missed that he needed her, but never fucking again.
It's awkward as hell with the umbrella so tightly in his grasp, but Lup surges forward to wrap her arms around her brother, engulfing him completely and dragging his head to her shoulder. They are both a mess, shaking and wrought with emotions that neither can really put into words, but her fingers curl into his shirt and his hair and there's just no way she's letting go of him now. Taako may not cry, but Lup does, the combination of her suppressed anger and way he made her heart ache just enough to leave her eyes prickling with tears.
What can she even say? What is there even left to be said? For once, no stupid jokes are sitting on the tip of her tongue. Everything is just too raw.]
I'm here, Taako. I'm just... I'm here.
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She erased him. Lucretia, for everything she did or wanted to do, took him from himself by taking him from his other half. He doesn't know if he can forgive her for that, doesn't think he wants to. Is thankful, for just a few moments more, that right now he doesn't have to deal with it. One more thing he can push off for just a few more moments.
He shifts, letting the umbrella push down into his lap so his arms are free, letting them fold in like the rest of him when she grabs. It's the same familiar motion he took in the Coliseum, weeks ago, hands near her collarbones with his head in her shoulder, eyes closed, forgetting the world for as much time as he can steal from it for a few seconds with her by his side.
For the first time in a long time, he's whole.]
See, this is why I didn't wanna say anything. Gonna smudge my look somethin' fierce with this.
[It's weak, not his best. Not even a defense. He just can't let it stay silent and listen to her cry. It'll make him feel like that was his fault, too.]
You could've asked me. To go get the gauntlet with you. I know you haven't done it yet, like, it's pointless for me to even be asking, but... fuck, Lup, c'mon. Like I wouldn't have ditched clown town with you for that.
[Like he wouldn't have ditched them all for anything if she was on the line.]
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I know, babe. I know. [How can she comfort him regarding something she hasn't even experienced yet? Lup's particular brand of comfort has never been stellar. She throws around jokes and diversions just as much as Taako does for the most part, but this whole thing is so huge and significant and even trying to make jokes while there are tears streaming down her face seems impossible even for her. So Lup leans in and presses a quick kiss to Taako's temple, her chin resting against his hair.]
You know I appreciate you telling me, right? This whole thing is so fucked up, but Taako, I don't care how many years keep us apart, you're always my brother and nothing will ever change that. Talk to me instead of keeping it inside, alright? Don't lock me out.
[Because being forgotten couldn't possibly hurt more than being purposely pushed away.]
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But still, she makes herself close, whispers to him as he shakes, quick pieces of tangible affection in hands and heads pressed together. He hasn't felt like a kid in so long, because his childhood felt too blurry for 10 years.
Of course, if anyone would come to chase away the fog, it would be her.]
Yeah, trust me, I know how fucked up it is, like, if you needed to remind me of anything it wasn't that.
[He heaves another breath, too heavy against the inside of his chest, letting himself go a little more limp in her arms. He's out of fight to give. Out of barriers to break.]
I just... I don't know, Lup, I don't remember how to talk to people, it's not... it's not you, it's just everything.
[It's everything he is, too scattered, and he just hasn't had time to pick up the pieces between every other catastrophe. He's glad, all of a sudden, that he's not looking at her, and just presses himself a little closer, blinking a few tears from the edge of his vision as he prepares to be more vulnerable than he's been in recent memory.]
I thought you might think I wasn't me anymore. That I wasn't the person you knew.
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You're such a dork. I can't believe you'd ever think that. [It's true that he's different. That he's changed in the time they've been apart. There's shades of him that Lup is still struggling to learn, sharp edges of his that used to be so much smoother. But all of this changing he's done doesn't make Lup wish for him revert back to who he used to be. It only makes Lup want to grow to catch up with him, to learn and understand these new pieces of her brother. She wants him to be happy and to trust her, of course, but not at the sake of losing the self he's become in her absence. They'll navigate this newness together.]
I don't care how much you ever change, you're still Taako to me. We have the same memories, bro, you can't escape that. You're still the Taako that had my back after we were left behind. The Taako that supported me without question through everything. [Her arms squeeze him a little tighter, hands fisted in his hair.] You're the Taako that helped me make my first soufflé that didn't collapse, and the one that stayed up late nights with me while we were studying at university. The same Taako that destroyed my favorite skirt when we were ten and don't think I'm still not holding you to that.
So yeah, you've changed, but so what? You're Taako and I'm Lup and the rest of the world can go fuck off. I'm here for this new Taako experience. I'm all in. One hundred percent. I told you I'm not going anywhere and I mean it, babe. You're stuck with me.
[She has to believe they can fix this, no matter what it takes.]
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It's been so, so long since he's had this kind of love where he knows it's real.
He hangs onto her like a lifeline, just pulling back enough so he can wipe his face with a free hand.]
Yeah, well, no take-backs, alright? That's a verbal contract right there. Signed for life and maybe after, seeing as we're so damn bad at dying.
[It's not funny. None of this is funny. He just can't... say it right, not in a way he thinks that'll mean anything. She's gotta know it's him.]
I didn't want to lose you to... to me, and my stupid. Everything. I didn't want to push you out, I just don't really remember how to do this, uh, trust thing. To know people aren't gonna give up on me, and I know that sounds fuckin' stupid after hundreds of years of everything, but. It was always you. I'm not... I'm not me when you're not here.
[He grips her a little harder, still feeling the aftershocks of anger.]
She won't take you again. If you're still out there, back home, I'm gonna find you. I promise.
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She presses another kiss against his hair, chuckling at his continued attempt at awful jokes. Lup knows exactly what it means, that's her usual tactic too. It's nice to see that of all the changes he's gone through without her in his life, that one remains.] Hey, you know I'm good for it. This girl keeps her promises. We're in this for life, bud, which for us is a fucking infinity.
[Taako speaks more honest and openly than she's heard since her arrival in Hadriel. The protective rage is still there, bubbling under the surface, seeing how deeply effected her brother was by a decision that was never his own to make. And gods, she's still having so much difficulty pinning all of this on the Lucretia that they knew, the woman they spent so many decades alongside. But Lup's so eternally grateful that he's talking to her at all, finally opening up after being closed for so long, it's just so easy to push the anger away for later. She needs to embrace her delight at this breakthrough.]
She won't, Taako. And I know you will. If anyone can find me, it's you. You know me better than anyone.
[It doesn't matter what paths she goes down or who she brings into her life. No one will ever know her like Taako does. Barry may love her and have given up his mortal life to stay at her side, but he could never understand the full extent of the twin's childhood together, living through those years with no one but each other. No one else would ever get it.] I know it's sappy as shit, but thank you. For this. For not pushing me away.
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Yeah, yeah, you think we need more emotions here? C'mon, Lup, you'd think the, uh, all the sobbing would be enough for you,like you wouldn't need all these genuine sap, but we're tappin' this like a tree my dude. Stuff's just flowin'. You put the spout in there and thought maybe you'd get uh, few drops, enough to cover your pancakes, and instead you smacked it once and got a flood.
[This one got away from him, and he shakes his head a bit, but it just feels like digging himself closer. That inevitable march towards each other, in the end, from wherever they are.]
Should've done it sooner anyway. I didn't... remember everything, at the beginning of the month. Nothin' past the conservatory. It took me a while. But it still should've been sooner.
[If anyone deserves his honesty, his kindness, every good part of him, it's her. It's always her.]
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As Taako rests against her, Lup's tight grip around him loosens, arms looped around his shoulders with no intent to let go just yet. She'll stay this way all night if it's what he needs to feel the rest of this tension fade away.]
Yeah, you should have. [There's no heat or judgement in her tone, it's just the truth that they both know. She idly plays with his hair, curling a lock around her finger.] But I get how weird all of this is. I won't hold it against you for avoiding me, as long as that shit stops here. Run from me like that again and your ass is grass, babe. [Even if she says it with a laugh, it's the honest truth. Avoiding her again won't end pretty for anyone.]
But you know we're going to be alright, don't you?
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Yeah, yeah, you have full permission to kill me or something, what does it even matter. Jeez.
[Finally, he pulls himself up, takes a second to wipe at his eyes with his hand in a quick one-two fingers and palm motion to clear his face. He knows what he has to do, but he hates to do it.]
There's, uh. Look, if we're being super honest right now, there's something else, so.
[He doesn't... like this. It was one thing when it was just the loss of his beauty, just a change to himself. It's another thing entirely now when it puts a rift between them, and there's still some ugly part of his defenses that pulls this to the surface as proof she'll find him too different to ever really be her brother. This is what will out him, push her somewhere back to the right Taako, to some version of himself he's forever lost.
But he sighs, lets his shoulders fall, and drops the spell he keeps to reverse what he lost in Wonderland.
It's subtle, to most others, but considering Lup of all people will know his face, the changes are stark, and likely jarring. An extra few lines to his face, new crow's feet next to his eyes, just a little droop to his ears and eyes. He tries to make himself look at her, and can't. Focuses somewhere off to the left and downwards, to the bed.
For once, he's let the Umbra Staff sit between them, out of his grasp.]
So, uh, had a run-in with some liches pretty recently, they had taken one of the relics, but we had to, uh, give stuff up to get to them. So... this is me now.
[Me. Not us. Just him.
He laughs, but it's still bitter, and he still can't meet her eyes. He doesn't want to see the fear he knows is coming. He doesn't want to be the one that hurt her again.]
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But then there's more and even Lup can't hide the concern that knits between her brows, feeling her stomach drop. What the fuck could possibly be left?!
Taako sighs, Lup's heart left fluttering in her chest at anticipation of what comes next, and then his face changes.
It's such small changes, new lines that show his age, the slightest slope in a few of his features. They are changes that the rest of the world couldn't possibly catch unless they had two pictures to compare. Even losing a portion of his beauty, Lup still thought he was more beautiful than anyone else. And honestly? Lup kind of wants to deck him. That dramatic of a setup for such a fucking small thing! Gods, she could kill him!]
Taako, you're--... [Okay, so maybe it isn't as big a deal to her, but it clearly means something more to her brother. She knows there's some significance to him, that they don't match identically, that they aren't mirror images of the other. Her usual response would be to brush it aside, call him an idiot, and move on. But Taako has always been the outlier. This situation requires a more delicate touch than Lup's usual. So instead, she reaches for her brother's face, cupping his cheeks in her hands, before she closes her eyes.
One hand moves, trailing to his nose, running over it, delicately tapping the end of it.] Hm, same nose as me. [Both of her hands drift to his cheeks again, trailing slowly back to his hairline.] Same fucking killer cheekbones too. [One hand slips back to run along the edge of his ear, while she hums approvingly, then it's slipping back down to glide over his chin, drumming her fingers under his jaw.] Same ears and chin too. I'd say it's safe to say we're still twins.
[Her hands move upwards, aiming to run over his eyes to trace over their similarly shaped eyebrows, but Lup miscalculates and absolutely sticks a finger up his nose instead. Which just has her eyes snapping open before she laughs, loud and unrestrained.] Hey, same nostrils too! That's good to know!
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She became a fucking lich, and he's more worried about this.
He tries to follow her fingers for a moment, but gives up on it, closing his eyes too. Letting them sit in the purgatory of what he created, the messy space of vulnerability.
And thankfully, blissfully, she shatters it by jamming her fucking thumb up his nose, and he sputters immediately in the most undignified yelp, wrenching himself away and ending up flopping back on his bed, laughter shaking his chest.]
Jeez, guess I gotta still be pretty if you can't keep your hands away from tryin' to climb in my face, jeez.
[He tilts himself up on his elbows so he can look at her again, for once, the spell forgotten. He'll put it back up later- he doesn't want to see himself, like this. But he hoped this meant something. He hopes she knows it means something.]
Well, now I guess you're all caught up. That's, uh, that's everything. Really.
[He is completely and utterly forgetting to talk about Kravitz right now. Honestly, all he can think of is how happy to have her back.
He's not letting her go again, either. She's not just back. They're back.
And that's what's important, in the end.]
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His laughter rings sweetly in her ears, Lup's whole face crinkling in delight as she moves to make a show of wiping her thumb off on his blankets, her own laughter still shaking her shoulders.
When Taako props himself up to look at her, Lup's eyes don't linger across the differences of their faces when she meets his gaze, she just grins. Taako is Taako, no matter what physical changes have tried to separate them. The heart that beats in his chest is the same, just a little more weathered than when she last saw him, but Lup's determined to help with that too.]
Scoot over, Lup's coming in. [Not even waiting for him to make room for her, Lup flops onto her stomach next to Taako, throwing an arm around his middle and shoving his pillow under her chin.]
So, I'm at my absolute limit for this emotional crap for today, but maybe... [She inclines her head towards him, smile soft but her expression intensely happy. Taako speaking to her, even if she had to bully him into it, means everything to Lup. This feels good between them.] Maybe later you can tell me more? Like, not just the shitty parts, I kind of have a good grasp on that now. But, y'know, the good stuff too? Just more of what you chucklefucks have been up to. I'd like to know.
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The Umbra Staff still lays on the bed, and he shifts it out of the way for her, letting her lay close as he hangs the staff off a hook at the top of the bed. He doesn't need to hold it so close. She's here, and wants him, and they are still, blissfully there.
His smile is peaceful as she looks at him and speaks, expression completely calm. Which is what makes the delivery of the next line so good.]
Magnus ate one of the relics we made and Merle and I had to turn him into a stone slinky to get it out of his ass.
[This is good. This is very good.]
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Without warning, the elf flops over onto her side and cuddles up against Taako, propping her chin up on her elbow, proving that she's not going anywhere for the rest of the afternoon. She's all his. This time was just for them.]
Okay, forget what I said before, I need this story and I need it pronto! Why has it taken you weeks to tell me this?! I could have been hanging Stone Slinky!Magnus over his head this whole time! [She leans in, eagerly anticipating this story, the tension between them completely gone. This feels normal. This feels right.]
C'mon, Taako! I need to know everything. Start from the beginning.
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Alright, alright, well there's a lotta beginnings. So, uh, we were hunting down these relics we made without knowing we made them, right? So mine was a souped-up transmutation stone that fell into this hands of this nerd...
[And so they go, off into the afternoon, with much, much happier memories to fill in the future.]