Guy Cecil ☼ [Gᴀɪʟᴀʀᴅɪᴀ•Gᴀʟᴀɴ•Gᴀʀᴅɪᴏs] (
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[action/anon text] - Struggles - 020 [Backdated to afternoon of 4/2]
Gnomeday, Gnome Redecan 02, ND 2018
[The first thing Guy noticed upon waking up was how unbelievably sore he was.
The second? The barrier on Zelda's bed was gone. He could easily tell - he'd sprawled out a bit as he started to wake up, mixed up in the covers and the remains of the uniform he had last remembered wearing. He hummed wearily, giving a confused and clouded glance around the room as he propped himself to his elbows.
Had he fallen into a coma again? Guy grimaces, rubbing a crick in the back of his neck. He'd left Zelda here alone like this again, of all times? Damn it. How long had he been out?
Worrying wasn't going to help matters, though. He heaves himself out of bed, stretching his arms above him, straightening his back, and adjusting his clothes enough so that he could wander the house without being too embarrassed coming across another housemate (if they were awake by now.) He pads across the floor with bare feet, descending the staircase about halfway before finally bother to call out.]
"...Zelda? Hey, are you around...?"
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[It's only after he' had a good share of time to talk to Zelda and get his bearings that Guy finally picks up his SFC, opting to keep himself anonymous this time around. There was too much that had happened while he was gone. It would just be nice to get a general sense of the city, if anything else.]
Breaking the ice around strangers is pretty hard, isn't it? I know we all have to do it all the time around here, with everyone coming and going. But it doesn't make it any easier.
Some people take to it easier than others, though. And I'm sure some of you have learned ways to interact with a new person just by being in this crazy place.
So tell me, Vatheon. How would you treat a stranger?
[The first thing Guy noticed upon waking up was how unbelievably sore he was.
The second? The barrier on Zelda's bed was gone. He could easily tell - he'd sprawled out a bit as he started to wake up, mixed up in the covers and the remains of the uniform he had last remembered wearing. He hummed wearily, giving a confused and clouded glance around the room as he propped himself to his elbows.
Had he fallen into a coma again? Guy grimaces, rubbing a crick in the back of his neck. He'd left Zelda here alone like this again, of all times? Damn it. How long had he been out?
Worrying wasn't going to help matters, though. He heaves himself out of bed, stretching his arms above him, straightening his back, and adjusting his clothes enough so that he could wander the house without being too embarrassed coming across another housemate (if they were awake by now.) He pads across the floor with bare feet, descending the staircase about halfway before finally bother to call out.]
"...Zelda? Hey, are you around...?"
----
[It's only after he' had a good share of time to talk to Zelda and get his bearings that Guy finally picks up his SFC, opting to keep himself anonymous this time around. There was too much that had happened while he was gone. It would just be nice to get a general sense of the city, if anything else.]
Breaking the ice around strangers is pretty hard, isn't it? I know we all have to do it all the time around here, with everyone coming and going. But it doesn't make it any easier.
Some people take to it easier than others, though. And I'm sure some of you have learned ways to interact with a new person just by being in this crazy place.
So tell me, Vatheon. How would you treat a stranger?
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But you can't change that now. You know that.
[...]
And you shouldn't blame yourself so harshly for something that can't be changed.
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I think it is appropriate to acknowledge one's mistakes. If I don't put the proper weight on it, I will only repeat it.
[Oh, she knows Guy just doesn't want her to be upset, but this isn't like some of the other things she's let herself get worked up about. This time it really is her fault, and she can't let herself start to think otherwise or she knows she'll be sitting right here next year mourning someone else.]
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So he returns that frustrated look with one of calm neutrality, giving a curt nod.]
You're absolutely right.
But put too much weight on it, and all you'll do is cause a burden for yourself that keeps you from what's important. Like making things right again.
That's what you want to do, isn't it?
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[In this case, she sincerely believes that making things right means removing herself from the picture and suppressing her natural urge to "fix" things. It's selfish to keep trying to fix him.]
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...
[He braces himself, knowing his next question probably will get an explosive response.]
Have you tried to talk to him about any of this?
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[It's so difficult. She doesn't want to shift the responsibility of looking after Duke to someone else. She honestly doesn't mind doing it. She's just terrified that he'll end up broken beyond repair.]
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If you think the separation is going to be for the best, then you need to be okay with this. He'll have someone familiar to help him. He'll have a place to stay. He won't need to be reliant on you. And it might take some tiem. But hopefully you both can move on.
Right?
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Isn't that what I have been saying? I will leave him alone and let him move on. Of course I will heal him if something like this happens again, but... I believe it is for the best if we don't interact anymore.
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Sorry. I was just trying to understand, I guess. Just please don't push yourself so hard about it, alright? It's not going to do you any good. It really won't.
But I know you'll figure something out.
[He stares down at his cup for a few moments before plopping it onto the coffee table, rising to his feet with a tired grunt.]
I need to go wash up. I'll be down a little later. Okay, Zelda?
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Thank you.
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Of course. If you will excuse me, though, I do have something to attend to this evening. I believe I may have found a solution to Embryon's... food issues, and I told them to meet me this evening. Take care.
[Is she being more short than she needs to be? Yes, but she's not making the appointment up either. She doesn't give him a chance to say much more than "goodbye", promptly heading out the door.]
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Be careful....! Please...
[It's eerily quiet afterwards, Guy staring over the food with a horrible pit already tight in his stomach. Had he really upset her that much? He eats a bit, picks at the rest, staring around the empty house most of the time, before finally slamming a fist down on the table and rattling all the dishes.
What was he supposed to even do to help her?
The food is packaged and put in the refrigerator, Guy spending the rest of the evening tucked away in the library. Despite his absence, he does leave a note for her; if she wanted him back, he'd come and stay again in a night's time. If not, then that was fine, and he'd see her against some other time - whenever she felt was best.
Honestly, he wished he could stick to his stubborn gut, grab a change of clothes, and simply stay one more night. Or two. Or twelve. But if she was upset... there wasn't much he could do. Being around too much would only make that worse.]