Hiromu moves toward me first, but I have a hard time focusing on him with Emeric standing right there, staring at me as I stare at him.
The moment, not much more than a few seconds, hangs between us, and then he's rushing toward me. He gazes up at me, and I watch as his face crumbles, tears well up in his eyes - his real eyes - and then he's crying against my knee.
"Emeric." I whisper, knowing that, if I was able, I'd probably be crying too.
I slide off the table and crouch down to his level, like I used to do all those years ago in the Subdimension. Not as far as I had to when we were first transported - it's been a few years, and he's obviously grown - but far enough, and I keep my posture unpatronizing. I'm not interacting with a child, or a young teen, I'm interacting with my partner, my equal.
I study his face, taking note of the changes a few years (plus thirteen) have brought on. We got a lot of things right when we were updating his avatar back then, but not everything, and the differences, though minor, are startling.
"Emi." I wrap him up in a hug I wish I could feel properly, beyond the relay of data about his shape and mass and body temperature. It's detailed, but it's not the same. "I'm so sorry."
I'm not even sure what I'm apologizing for, but I look up past Emeric's shoulder at Hiromu, and give him a look that I hope he understands without me having to use words to explain.
Life must be difficult for them now. Not that it was ever easy, but I can only imagine what it must be like with you, or your love, revering back to such a young age.
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Date: 2015-04-09 02:38 am (UTC)The moment, not much more than a few seconds, hangs between us, and then he's rushing toward me. He gazes up at me, and I watch as his face crumbles, tears well up in his eyes - his real eyes - and then he's crying against my knee.
"Emeric." I whisper, knowing that, if I was able, I'd probably be crying too.
I slide off the table and crouch down to his level, like I used to do all those years ago in the Subdimension. Not as far as I had to when we were first transported - it's been a few years, and he's obviously grown - but far enough, and I keep my posture unpatronizing. I'm not interacting with a child, or a young teen, I'm interacting with my partner, my equal.
I study his face, taking note of the changes a few years (plus thirteen) have brought on. We got a lot of things right when we were updating his avatar back then, but not everything, and the differences, though minor, are startling.
"Emi." I wrap him up in a hug I wish I could feel properly, beyond the relay of data about his shape and mass and body temperature. It's detailed, but it's not the same. "I'm so sorry."
I'm not even sure what I'm apologizing for, but I look up past Emeric's shoulder at Hiromu, and give him a look that I hope he understands without me having to use words to explain.
Life must be difficult for them now. Not that it was ever easy, but I can only imagine what it must be like with you, or your love, revering back to such a young age.