[ by the time harry's out, eggsy is leaning over the rail, his far-off stare directed at the night sky. he's off-kilter enough that he doesn't realise someone's followed him until harry speaks. fucking hell. he's grateful that harry can't see the surprise register on his face, seeing as he should have noticed anyone joining him and expected harry, of all people, to have an eye on him tonight. it takes him another moment to process harry's words. the he couldn't be anyone other than lee, but eggsy's operating at reduced speeds with alcohol in his system and the date on his mind. ]
I hope I lived up to the hype. [ he means it to be light, even with his energy lacking. ] 'Course I haven't chucked any blocks at you yet, but there's still time.
[ 'cause he's not quite the same as he was then. a man now, not a kid. ]
[ even when he isn't at his best, he's more observant than he seems, noting the slight tentativeness to her, so unlike her usual self. ]
You tore a hole in the universe. [ wouldn't that have, like, consequences? this reminds him of dutch saying she gave someone a war. how do people phrase shit like this so blasé? he decides questioning it won't help in the slightest, so he decides to accept it uncritically. ] That's, uh — it's good that you had each other.
[ because her childhood hadn't sounded terribly enjoyable otherwise. ]
[It's a sentiment he absolutely means, but still Rosalind smiles, amused by it. She's not unaware of the fact she and Robert are a terribly strange case; it's a point of pride, in fact.]
You can ask questions if you'd like, you know. Though I thank you for the sentiment.
[Her smile warms as she tips her head back, glancing at the stars.]
He, ah . . . we only had an atom to communicate through at first. We were both experimenting with it, encasing it in light-- and being the same person, we naturally chose the same atom. He would turn on his machine and I'd grow frustrated, because I was certain I'd left mine off, and yet there the atom was, encased in light yet again.
It took us a fortnight to figure out what was happening. And once we did . . . we used it as a morse code. Off and on, dots and dashes . . . painfully slow, but manageable.
[ It's not that he doesn't want to ask questions, exactly — he has no idea what to ask (lacking much of background that would contextualise her discovery). She fills in some blanks unasked, but the picture in his mind remains hazy. All he gathers is the main idea: they chatted across universes using the same science. ]
You might've guessed this, but I barely attended science classes. [ by way of explanation for not inquiring further. ] 'Course it sounds clever as anything.
[ He cards a hand through his hair. It's late, so disturbing it bothers him less. ]
So, you two teamed up then and figured out how to... make a bigger opening?
[ more atoms or tearing the universe or whatever. ]
[A beat, and she gestures, drawing a little rectangle in the air with her finger.]
Think of it like a doorway. Every universe is a room, self-contained and separate, but they're all packed in side by side. If you can figure out how to open a window from one to the other, though . . . it's as simple as stepping through.
We made a doorway. It took us years, but we managed it, shaky and able only to stay open for a few seconds. But that was long enough. He came through, and he never looked back.
[. . .]
Though it came with a few unforeseen repercussions. Universes don't like it when you mix them like that. And they certainly don't like it when two of the same person occupy one world. Robert suffered hemorrhages and memory problems for months before he recovered.
He kept thinking he was me. He had two sets of memories, and he couldn't reconcile them, which caused him to bleed out. Did he attend Cambridge or Girton? Did he love our parents or resent them? Both were true, and yet both facts couldn't be true . . . but the brain adapts. We learned how to cope with it.
[ clarke makes it easy to settle in, at least.and it's not too formal on the floor as of yet, anyway, so he settles one hand on her upper back and keeps hold of her hand with the other. lazily proper. ]
Yeah, you're the same as Bellamy, right? [ at that, his eyes brighten with interest (and perhaps a little mischief). ] An out of this world girl.
[clarke just follows along and almost mimics his movement by holding his hand and moving her arm around him. she smiles and look slightly amused as his phrasing even though she is well aware that he was flirting with her] Yeah— we're both from space so yeah, I guess you could say that.
[ ah, so they are going to discuss this... he pauses for a moment, considering his response carefully before deciding fuck it. ]
[ evenly — ] Maybe they didn't the warn the staff that light-fingered common types would be in attendance. [ amusement tugs the corners of his mouth upward. ] And wearing Olympian pins, at that.
[ Olympia is where the money's at, after all, even when Wyver has more supplies. ]
[ the thieving is mainly distracting — and a distraction — though he is competing against his dear friend. naturally, she's winning.
he replies quickly, with an easy smile. ]
Sure, it's been a laugh. [ he shrugs. it's not a passionate answer, no, but it's a fair one. an event of this scale is a bit beyond him, in truth. ] Not gonna nark on me, then? How gentlemanly.
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( december ball )
harry hart.
[ by the time harry's out, eggsy is leaning over the rail, his far-off stare directed at the night sky. he's off-kilter enough that he doesn't realise someone's followed him until harry speaks. fucking hell. he's grateful that harry can't see the surprise register on his face, seeing as he should have noticed anyone joining him and expected harry, of all people, to have an eye on him tonight. it takes him another moment to process harry's words. the he couldn't be anyone other than lee, but eggsy's operating at reduced speeds with alcohol in his system and the date on his mind. ]
I hope I lived up to the hype. [ he means it to be light, even with his energy lacking. ] 'Course I haven't chucked any blocks at you yet, but there's still time.
[ 'cause he's not quite the same as he was then. a man now, not a kid. ]
the madam.
[ even when he isn't at his best, he's more observant than he seems, noting the slight tentativeness to her, so unlike her usual self. ]
You tore a hole in the universe. [ wouldn't that have, like, consequences? this reminds him of dutch saying she gave someone a war. how do people phrase shit like this so blasé? he decides questioning it won't help in the slightest, so he decides to accept it uncritically. ] That's, uh — it's good that you had each other.
[ because her childhood hadn't sounded terribly enjoyable otherwise. ]
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You can ask questions if you'd like, you know. Though I thank you for the sentiment.
[Her smile warms as she tips her head back, glancing at the stars.]
He, ah . . . we only had an atom to communicate through at first. We were both experimenting with it, encasing it in light-- and being the same person, we naturally chose the same atom. He would turn on his machine and I'd grow frustrated, because I was certain I'd left mine off, and yet there the atom was, encased in light yet again.
It took us a fortnight to figure out what was happening. And once we did . . . we used it as a morse code. Off and on, dots and dashes . . . painfully slow, but manageable.
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You might've guessed this, but I barely attended science classes. [ by way of explanation for not inquiring further. ] 'Course it sounds clever as anything.
[ He cards a hand through his hair. It's late, so disturbing it bothers him less. ]
So, you two teamed up then and figured out how to... make a bigger opening?
[ more atoms or tearing the universe or whatever. ]
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[A beat, and she gestures, drawing a little rectangle in the air with her finger.]
Think of it like a doorway. Every universe is a room, self-contained and separate, but they're all packed in side by side. If you can figure out how to open a window from one to the other, though . . . it's as simple as stepping through.
We made a doorway. It took us years, but we managed it, shaky and able only to stay open for a few seconds. But that was long enough. He came through, and he never looked back.
[. . .]
Though it came with a few unforeseen repercussions. Universes don't like it when you mix them like that. And they certainly don't like it when two of the same person occupy one world. Robert suffered hemorrhages and memory problems for months before he recovered.
He kept thinking he was me. He had two sets of memories, and he couldn't reconcile them, which caused him to bleed out. Did he attend Cambridge or Girton? Did he love our parents or resent them? Both were true, and yet both facts couldn't be true . . . but the brain adapts. We learned how to cope with it.
clarke.
[ clarke makes it easy to settle in, at least.and it's not too formal on the floor as of yet, anyway, so he settles one hand on her upper back and keeps hold of her hand with the other. lazily proper. ]
Yeah, you're the same as Bellamy, right? [ at that, his eyes brighten with interest (and perhaps a little mischief). ] An out of this world girl.
[ i'm... sorry... ]
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ocelot.
[ ah, so they are going to discuss this... he pauses for a moment, considering his response carefully before deciding fuck it. ]
[ evenly — ] Maybe they didn't the warn the staff that light-fingered common types would be in attendance. [ amusement tugs the corners of his mouth upward. ] And wearing Olympian pins, at that.
[ Olympia is where the money's at, after all, even when Wyver has more supplies. ]
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Their folly. But your gain.
[ never let it be said that Ocelot wasn't a good communist. why, just look at him cheer on the redistribution of wealth right here.
and sure, he might be a member of the royal guard, but he certainly wasn't on duty right now, was he? ]
I guess I don't need to ask if you've been enjoying yourself tonight.
[ so is the man a common thief? or something else entirely? a true mystery for the ages. ]
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he replies quickly, with an easy smile. ]
Sure, it's been a laugh. [ he shrugs. it's not a passionate answer, no, but it's a fair one. an event of this scale is a bit beyond him, in truth. ] Not gonna nark on me, then? How gentlemanly.
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[ he finally says, voicing the thought that had been sitting in the back of his mind. ]
I'm sure it'll all eventually come back around anyways.
[ considering how much red glitter seems to be falling from place to place. ]