[ maybe zelkov and lacus are working on the memorial when it happens, but at some point a familiar furry creature pops out of the bushes to lock eyes with lacus and share... well. a rather unpleasantmemory. ]
[ Lacus forgets herself. One moment she's sitting in the garden in comfortable silence as they shuffle plates of glass back and forth to try and figure out the most pleasing gradients... and the next moment she's somewhere else, someone else.
When she returns, her hands are shaking.
Zelkov is right in front of her. She is not him. He is not her. Whatever unity they'd just achieved is over, and what's left is an understanding that runs deep through her whole being.
Every conversation they've had falls into place, every moral opinion he's voiced, and every long night he spends working on some project or another, never stopping, never pausing to breathe...
The piece of glass that Lacus drops mercifully lands in the grass, unharmed, but she's not really paying attention to that. Her only impulse is to fall forward and pull Zelkov into a hug. ]
... I'd meant to ask you. I'm sorry... I didn't mean to find out like this.
[ it's jarring for him, even, to feel that anger and hatred again... though the rest of those old feelings have never entirely gone away.
somehow he doesn't expect lacus's reaction to all of that to be a hug, and it catches him off guard, leading him to drop his own paintbrush that he'd been gripping tightly throughout it all.
...but he appreciates it, and hugs her back, hoping to comfort her in return. ]
I... certainly would have preferred you find out another way as well.
[ he exhales. ]
I would never have wished for you to feel all of that.
[ Lacus shakes her head against his clothes, not actually pulling back to talk just yet. ]
It's fine. I'm fine.
[ It was haunting and painful, for certain. Her heart is still racing at the unexpected rush of feeling and she almost expects there to be blood on the ground when she opens her eyes again, but...
The most haunting thing, the question, feels like it's answered. What are they going to do? They'll be putting together a work of art from painted glass and driftwood. That's the next step. ]
So are you!
[ That's Mr. Pink from the side, as in sync with what Lacus is feeling as always. ]
[ it's hard for him to give himself much credit for anything... but it's also difficult to see the incremental, day-by-day improvements. at least this provided him with a stark enough contrast between his past and present selves that even he can appreciate the progress he's made since then. ]
[ Lacus gives him a tight squeeze and then lets go so they can actually face each other while talking. ]
That's worth a lot. Honestly, I think the happiest times in life are when you don't have to worry about a greater purpose beyond spending the days alongside those you care about and doing what you can.
[ At least that's her perspective on it. For as much as she's thinking about grand ideals that make Zelkov look at her like she's lost her mind a little, what Lacus really would want for herself is that simple. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
week 5 memshare
no subject
When she returns, her hands are shaking.
Zelkov is right in front of her. She is not him. He is not her. Whatever unity they'd just achieved is over, and what's left is an understanding that runs deep through her whole being.
Every conversation they've had falls into place, every moral opinion he's voiced, and every long night he spends working on some project or another, never stopping, never pausing to breathe...
The piece of glass that Lacus drops mercifully lands in the grass, unharmed, but she's not really paying attention to that. Her only impulse is to fall forward and pull Zelkov into a hug. ]
... I'd meant to ask you. I'm sorry... I didn't mean to find out like this.
no subject
[ it's jarring for him, even, to feel that anger and hatred again... though the rest of those old feelings have never entirely gone away.
somehow he doesn't expect lacus's reaction to all of that to be a hug, and it catches him off guard, leading him to drop his own paintbrush that he'd been gripping tightly throughout it all.
...but he appreciates it, and hugs her back, hoping to comfort her in return. ]
I... certainly would have preferred you find out another way as well.
[ he exhales. ]
I would never have wished for you to feel all of that.
no subject
It's fine. I'm fine.
[ It was haunting and painful, for certain. Her heart is still racing at the unexpected rush of feeling and she almost expects there to be blood on the ground when she opens her eyes again, but...
The most haunting thing, the question, feels like it's answered. What are they going to do? They'll be putting together a work of art from painted glass and driftwood. That's the next step. ]
So are you!
[ That's Mr. Pink from the side, as in sync with what Lacus is feeling as always. ]
You've come a long way since then.
no subject
[ it's hard for him to give himself much credit for anything... but it's also difficult to see the incremental, day-by-day improvements. at least this provided him with a stark enough contrast between his past and present selves that even he can appreciate the progress he's made since then. ]
Finding good friends has made that much easier.
no subject
That's worth a lot. Honestly, I think the happiest times in life are when you don't have to worry about a greater purpose beyond spending the days alongside those you care about and doing what you can.
[ At least that's her perspective on it. For as much as she's thinking about grand ideals that make Zelkov look at her like she's lost her mind a little, what Lacus really would want for herself is that simple. ]