[Her voicemail kicks in and a wide smile curves his mouth.
After their "arrangement" came to an end all those months ago, they hadn't been phoning each other as much, but even when he'd been seeing her twice or more a week, she'd never blown up his phone like this. Twenty-two missed calls? Then again, he'd always been there to pick up.
As it stands, he figures it could only be one or two things: either she's changed her mind and wants things to go back to how they were, or something's happened and she needs him to make it right again. So he gives her a call within seconds of his phone making noise at him, his bright, sing-song voice doing nothing to give away his own predicament.
What he fails to notice is that those missed calls are dated across a span of three months.]
Goooooood morning, Elleru! ♪
What's the matter, baby? Did something happen? You can tell me.
[Now there's a voice Elleru was starting to think she'd never hear again. Scaramouche and Rey had both vanished, and what was a bird like her to do?
Languish in her nest, obviously. If nothing else, she's gotten a lot of use out of her private den hidden in the park, as that's where she's been hiding as she learned how to mitigate a feeling she's relatively inexperienced with: loneliness. She keeps it to audio, staying in her natural form on the other end of the line.]
You did not say you would be gone so long, Scaramouche.
So I fell off this building, right? One of those skyscrapers on the horizon? Guess it knocked me out because I couldn't tell ya how long I was there or how I wound up back here.
[The softest sigh. She wants to keep being angry with him, but whether it's that she's still nursing her wounded heart or that she's just relieved he's back, she finds she just can't.]
I want you to promise to be truthful with me next time. I know you are playful, and rarely are you serious, but... it would mean much to me.
[Whether she's just being coy, or that was a legitimate threat goes unsaid as she hangs up. It takes her a moment to emerge from her den, shift into her upright guise, and put on her clothes, but she tries to make herself look presentable before Scaramouche arrives. She might not be feeling particularly flirtatious, given the circumstances, but she has missed him terribly.]
[For Scaramouche, the park is only a hop, skip and a jump away! In his enthusiasm, he gets as far as springing on to one of the top floor's balcony ledges with an excited "ha!", readying himself for a flying leap down to the park where he'll make a spectacular landing, when he feels a knee give out from under him. There's a brief moment of waving his arms around before he sways himself to a standstill, managing to make a quick recovery. His vision locks on the greenery far below.
He thinks better of the whole idea.
The elevator doors zip open with a whoosh and out he walks with a spring in his step-- then a limp as he feels the mechanisms starting to lock up on him. And so he presses onward at an unusually slow pace--in stark contrast with how upbeat he's feeling--into the park in the hope he can avoid the limp altogether.
Turning on the spot with a contented smile on his face:]
[Elleru's waiting for him near the water, her hair pulled over her shoulder, fingers running through the lavender strands as she tries to quell her discomfort. She turns as Scaramouche calls her name, still uncertain of how to feel. She considers being angry with him for being avoidant, even if he was only dodging the truth in an effort to spare her feelings; ire bubbles hot in her chest as she sets her eyes upon him, and she's certain then that she cannot forgive him for leaving her so long, even if it wasn't entirely intentional.
But after a second, she feels that fury pass, leaving relief and concern in its wake. She cannot help herself: she closes the gap between them, each step coming faster than the last, and throws her arms around him in a tight embrace. He might want to watch his footing, given she's heavier than she looks, and the impact of her entire body against him isn't exactly light.]
[Scaramouche pivots toward the sound of footsteps padding through the grass. There she is! A grin splits across his face and he opens his mouth, ready as ever to talk, failing to take note of her unreadable expression.
Before he can say a single word, her arms are wrapping hard around him, pushing an 'oof!' out of him on impact. His own arms fold around her upper half, hands on her back to steady him, as he feels his body sway, a leg giving out from under him; he has to sink to his knee or risk falling over. Recovering his balance this way, his embrace loosens and his hands gradually shift to her shoulders. He stares at her.
As he does, it hits him what's happening. It's been a long time since he's had her in his arms; he should make the most of it while he can.
Stunned surprise abating and still on one knee, his smile returns in short order and he relaxes, giving a chuckle, one hand giving her shoulder a pat-pat. He hasn't forgotten the softness of her hair or the smoothness of her skin. Being able to feel them again after all this time brings an amused hum from him.]
There's my honeydew.
[It's playful, but gently spoken; he was prepared to belt out a boisterous greeting before she went and knocked the wind out of him. He didn't expect this kind of welcome.]
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[audio | @SCARAMOUCHE] backdated to early Dec, shortly after his revival
After their "arrangement" came to an end all those months ago, they hadn't been phoning each other as much, but even when he'd been seeing her twice or more a week, she'd never blown up his phone like this. Twenty-two missed calls? Then again, he'd always been there to pick up.
As it stands, he figures it could only be one or two things: either she's changed her mind and wants things to go back to how they were, or something's happened and she needs him to make it right again. So he gives her a call within seconds of his phone making noise at him, his bright, sing-song voice doing nothing to give away his own predicament.
What he fails to notice is that those missed calls are dated across a span of three months.]
Goooooood morning, Elleru! ♪
What's the matter, baby? Did something happen? You can tell me.
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Languish in her nest, obviously. If nothing else, she's gotten a lot of use out of her private den hidden in the park, as that's where she's been hiding as she learned how to mitigate a feeling she's relatively inexperienced with: loneliness. She keeps it to audio, staying in her natural form on the other end of the line.]
You did not say you would be gone so long, Scaramouche.
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Just ran myself into a little trouble, doll, that's all.
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[Is there much out there that can cause trouble? Who does Elleru need to beat up???]
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You have missed much. It has been months.
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It has?
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[His confusion is met with a cold tone on her end.]
I believed I had lost both here who were dear to me.
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You don't think I wanted to be gone that long, do you?
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[Something he won't be admitting to just anyone.]
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You... what? What does that mean?
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So I fell off this building, right? One of those skyscrapers on the horizon? Guess it knocked me out because I couldn't tell ya how long I was there or how I wound up back here.
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You said this was a little trouble. That I should not worry about it.
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I want you to promise to be truthful with me next time. I know you are playful, and rarely are you serious, but... it would mean much to me.
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Especially for you...
[A small pause, then:]
Where are you? I wanna see you.
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[Whether she's just being coy, or that was a legitimate threat goes unsaid as she hangs up. It takes her a moment to emerge from her den, shift into her upright guise, and put on her clothes, but she tries to make herself look presentable before Scaramouche arrives. She might not be feeling particularly flirtatious, given the circumstances, but she has missed him terribly.]
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He thinks better of the whole idea.
The elevator doors zip open with a whoosh and out he walks with a spring in his step-- then a limp as he feels the mechanisms starting to lock up on him. And so he presses onward at an unusually slow pace--in stark contrast with how upbeat he's feeling--into the park in the hope he can avoid the limp altogether.
Turning on the spot with a contented smile on his face:]
Elleru?
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But after a second, she feels that fury pass, leaving relief and concern in its wake. She cannot help herself: she closes the gap between them, each step coming faster than the last, and throws her arms around him in a tight embrace. He might want to watch his footing, given she's heavier than she looks, and the impact of her entire body against him isn't exactly light.]
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Before he can say a single word, her arms are wrapping hard around him, pushing an 'oof!' out of him on impact. His own arms fold around her upper half, hands on her back to steady him, as he feels his body sway, a leg giving out from under him; he has to sink to his knee or risk falling over. Recovering his balance this way, his embrace loosens and his hands gradually shift to her shoulders. He stares at her.
As he does, it hits him what's happening. It's been a long time since he's had her in his arms; he should make the most of it while he can.
Stunned surprise abating and still on one knee, his smile returns in short order and he relaxes, giving a chuckle, one hand giving her shoulder a pat-pat. He hasn't forgotten the softness of her hair or the smoothness of her skin. Being able to feel them again after all this time brings an amused hum from him.]
There's my honeydew.
[It's playful, but gently spoken; he was prepared to belt out a boisterous greeting before she went and knocked the wind out of him. He didn't expect this kind of welcome.]
Miss me, babe?