I'll never let you go [Closed]

[spaceforged]

Who: [OU] Takashi Shirogane, [OU] Hunk, the crew signed up to retrieve them.
When: August 15th and 16th
Where: Dream width and then airship
What: Two of Team Voltron got canon updated and now must be retrieved.
Warnings/Notes: Spoilers for season 6, swearing, violence, aaand idefk I'll add more if we need it.



The signal beeps in a steady rhythm like a heart monitor assuring all the patient is still alive. After vanishing a week ago, Takashi Shirogane's mark on the readouts gives no sign what's ahead.

Nor will Hunk's a day later. What does? The memory nebulas swirling with light and color. Just like any other retrieval.

Comments

[littlemhigan]

[ It takes a minute for Castor to process not the words, but the body language; the stuttering, the losing words. The concern on her face softens into something a little ge ]ntler.

Aye, I understand. It's been a long evenin' fer all of us here. I'd imagine it's like te be a longer few days yet. Look after yerself, aye? S'no good runnin' yerself te the bone when ye don't know how much farther ye've yet te run.

[promiselisting]

[ Some of Castor's words seem to sharpen her thoughts a little, or at least nudge them in a more solid direction, a more concrete thought that she clings to like a rock. Even if it isn't the most pleasant of them. ]

... right. We've still got the stupid... meeting with the stupid totally-not-evil Empire coming up.

[ Futaba sits down with a bump in front of - not on, in front of - the couch, drawing her knees up towards her chest a bit, and slowly dragging a hand down her face in frustration. ]

Why does August suck?

[littlemhigan]

[ After a moment of staring, Castor slides off her perch to join Futaba on the floor with a graceless little thump of her own. ]

We do. I'd been tryin' my damndest not te dwell on it yet. Been focusin' my energy on now, but ye've got the right of it. When it rains it pours.

Can't help but hope that it'll quiet down a mite when this is all said an done.

[promiselisting]

[ There's something funny about Castor - a full-grown adult, at least in Futaba's eyes - just flopping down on the ground with her in equal frustration. Futaba's mouth quirks up a bit, in spite of herself. ]

I don't know. Sometimes I don't think I even know what 'normal' and 'quiet' are anymore.

[ A lot'll depend on what comes up at this big imperial meeting but she... she honestly has this gut feeling. Like maybe the quiet is gone, at least for now. ]

Pretty sure if this keeps up I'm gonna crash hard at some point, though.

[ If she isn't rushing towards something like that already. ]

[littlemhigan]

[ mission accomplished. ]

Ye learn te re-define 'em now an' again. Things happen an' ye grow an' get affected by it all, and by the end, ye've got a new normal te work from. Ye might not ever get back te your old normal, but all that means is yer growin' as a person, I think.

An' don't feel bad if ye need downtime. Time te time back 'ome I'd go te ground fer weeks at a time if I felt like I needed it. 'S no shame in drawin' yer limits.

[promiselisting]

[ Futaba... makes a noncommittal noise. Honestly a lot of these things sound like good ideas? Or they don't sound bad at least. Not exactly the kind of things she wants to hear but then again she doesn't really know what she wants to hear, and even if she did she's pretty sure it wouldn't be the right thing, nor true.

She sighs, leaning her head against the couch. ]

Man, that just makes my brain want to think about way too many things I'm too tired to think about right now.

[ You know, that annoying thing where your brain just won't shut up? That. ]

[littlemhigan]

Minds have a way of runnin' away from ye, it's true. My suggestion is not te dwell, if ye can help it. If ye dwell too hard, ye worry yerself te threads before ye can do anythin' about anythin'. Jes put it all aside 'til yer in a better place te ponder.

[ Castor leans back against the couch to study Futaba's face a little more. She might not have the Echo here, but she can see the conflict on the girl's face plain as day. ]

What's yer gut tellin' ye? Not yer head, mind. Yer gut.

[promiselisting]

[ Futaba, meanwhile, is studying the floor. The material they made it with. Stuff like that. It's seemingly fascinating, and yet. ]

That my normal's starting to have here in it.

[ She... isn't sure if that's what Castor meant. But. It's something her gut is definitely telling her. Hermit Arcana. Introspection and all that. She hasn't had a 'normal' for a long time. But for all the places for it to start to settle, this... isn't what she had in mind. Home isn't here. Sojiro isn't here. ]

[littlemhigan]

An' is that good? Bad? Sommat twixt the two?

Ah.... don't feel ye have te answer; sometimes it helps me te talk through sommat I can't quite find the words for. Ye looked like ye needed the same.

[promiselisting]

Somewhere between.

[ She falls silent. And for a moment it seems like that might be all she's going to say? But then... ]

I don't... I don't want to stay here. Ever since I got here, I've wanted to go home. I've needed to go home.

[ ... ]

But... when Hunk disappeared I- I panicked. I... [ She trails off, not ready to describe all of the... unhealthy stress coping mechanisms she's developed over the years. ] I realized... how important he was. And how... I only ever knew him because of here... and here would be the only place I could know him.

[ And once they get home... if they get home.... That'll be it. She'll never see any of the people she met here, ever again. ]