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I keep forgetting you're someone who's used to living in space and stuff. important question: if you're on a space station like this one, is there a full moon?

(ooc: I asked the mods here about how this works. <3)

[Like... on the 27th or something]

Do you know how to bake?

[Sabriel's gift for Yzak is wrapped in dark blue paper, and wrapped with a silver ribbon. Inside is a Charter magic spellbook, discussing various forms of combat magic, and a handgun holster, the leather carved into an elaborate, floral design.

There is also a silver charm of wires wrapped and twisted into the shape of a key, and imbued with a protective charm. Unlike the rest of the items, this is something Sabriel made herself.]

[On the evening of the 24th, Clara will leave a small present for Yzak at his door. It's a travel size magnetic chess set, with a note taped onto the package.

Thought we could play a game or two sometime. It might also be fun to bring on missions to help with the stress.

- Clara

There's also a bag of homemade sweets that she made for him to enjoy, something sweet to snack on.]

[In front of Yzak’s room is a small box containing various tea-blends Hermann has collected from the first two missions and a note that reads:]

Major Jule,

Please accept this small token of my appreciation for not only your astute leadership but companionship as well.

Be well. Do not let Athrun run you into another fit.

– Dr. Hermann Gottlieb

[Sometime before Christmas, Yzak will find a little wrapped box, one that says 'TO: YZAK' and a dinosaur drawn wearing a tie and glasses next to 'FROM'. There's very little doubt who wrote that in gold sharpie on the top, sad to say.

But anyway!

Upon opening it, there's a good luck bracelet to be found.

Merry Christmas, you funky little gundam dude.]

[continued from here]

[Blue has come to be very keen on kisses, turns out. granted, he had Jim of all people to sell him on the idea at the onset, leaving a very strong first impression. still, the novelty has yet to fade, and has instead only become something to want more of as things have gotten dire. aside from Finn, he won't be getting the comfort of a shared mental connection, will he? but a kiss...it does scratch a similar itch.

that said, roaming hands are stalled for a bit while he imposes on Yzak's mouth a little longer, but eventually he does return to it, pressing palm and fingers against his side, hesitating only with the thought to ask--]

Where are you sore? So I don't hurt you.

You fell asleep, Yzak.

[it's pointed out affectionately, hardly an admonishment. he's just pointing out what's happened - why they're here in this place of Yzak's subconscious choosing.

he's behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his chin on his shoulder, adapting to the shift to this dreamed-up space with the grace and ease he lacks in external elements. it makes him stronger and more confident.

this is more a place of feelings after all!]

Are you still getting teased? For this.

[Blue shifts a little where he's settled against Yzak so he can lift his wrist - the one he got from Lan Xichen, the one Yzak would help tie up back in Badrock.

Blue's learned a few Choice things about the ribbon since then, so he can't help but be curious just how much ribbing Yzak's gotten for it...]

I have been informed congratulations are in order.

[for how much Blue sleeps now, getting a restful, uninterrupted amount of it seems unfit for this place. point-in-case: somewhere in the night, his body begins to shake, breaking into a cold sweat - one that doesn't linger long enough to spark an investigation. not until he's gasped loudly and roused himself from that sleep with the surprise, rolling over and away from Yzak as he's set upon by a small fit of coughing that sucking back air like that yielded. he trembles even after-the-fact, the disruption really having rattled him in a way he hadn't expected, and a way he can't recover from while feeling so blind.

he might still be dreaming, after all: there's no feedback beyond the tactile senses.]

[It happens quite suddenly — a soft buzzing static that ebbs and flows for a moment like breathing, just before the jumbled mess of text that appears before Yzak's eyes turns into something somewhat legible.]

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[ one morning on the station, on each orber's door, the following hand-written note (in fancy calligraphy) will be taped:

the orber can choose to attend or simply listen in to the meeting when it occurs, or they may ignore it altogether. ]

[finally, out of the infirmary, into Yzak's room.

...their room, right? either way, it's where Blue asked to be now that he's free of the tubes for a time, and while he's weary, the change of location has done much for his morale. he sighs contentedly, sinking against the pillows, clean and cozy thanks to Yzak's care, still a little tingly in the skin just from the feeling of all that emotional energy fixated on him.]

Thank you, my Yzak. I do feel a lot better.

[ On the day of Yzak's birthday, once he gets to his room, he will find a small present wrapped in bright pink seaweed - no wrapping paper under the sea, sorry- waiting for him there with a card attached.

Happy b-day to the best sugar daddy out there! ♥

Says the card. It's not signed, but it shouldn't take long for Yzak to figure out it's from Peter. The guardian knows that he tries to keep souvenirs from the planets they visit, and that Yzak also likes bolo ties. Once he opens the gift, he will find a nautically inspired one and next to it, a pair of Flaming Pixie Cups filled with the Xrisora's equivalent of wine. ]

Both hand and mind reach out to the orb once Xephia offers it to him. Before he even makes contact, Yzak can already feel his heart slamming against his chest, fear and hope both pumping through his veins, exhilarating and powerful as he faces this unknown head on. All this time he's chased this unknown, not even knowing if it was real, whether or not he could even catch it if it was, or if it would just tease him, leading him along futiley until it was too late.

Now here he stands, finally having caught it.

And Yzak seizes what he's searched for for so long, his will unwavering, palm pressing against the glowing entity.

He feels the familiar, sharp pull of being transported back to the Ximilia, but to him it does not feel like the blink of a moment that it feels like to the rest of the team. He'll probably never know how to properly describe those few seconds that seem to stretch on for so much longer. It's as if in that instance he and the orb simply understand each other, feelings, wants and concepts drifting between them as a proper exchange is calculated and agreed upon.

Well, "proper." Viveca did warn him that the price would likely be more than what's being asked for.

But he'll give what of himself is required to fulfill Blue's own wish for more time.

Because Blue doesn't want to die.

And because I don't want to lose him.

Within the tumultuous swirl of emotion and thought is a clarity, like the calm at the eye of a hurricane. Yzak doesn't forget what he promised himself, what he promised Blue. If it required too much, asked for something that would just switch their positions or saddle Blue with guilt for the extent of his life ... this will just end. It'll end and Blue's life will end soon after and Yzak will be alone, feeling as though half of his own soul has been torn away from him.

So begins the bargaining. It's not just Blue's time that's winding down. It's his body that erodes right along with it. Flesh and blood; more life will require those things to be relinquished to the orb as payment.

And Yzak relinquishes them.

But the price the orb requires isn't just the flesh and blood in the form of his right arm that's about to be torn away from him - and when it is the pain is hot and searing. It's as if what Blue's gone through over all this time hits him at once, to show him firsthand how agonizing it's been for the Mu.

Agonizing, but he endures it as he's long promised to accept the pains that come as easily as happiness does, because there is no light without its shadows. He's long decided not to shy away from it anymore, so he does not look away from it now. And it serves to bolster his resolve in this, because it's that very agony he wants to free him from.

Life, however, also requires time, so Yzak is required to give that up as payment, too. And he does, however much that may be, because what is a lifespan halved when one never knows how long they're destined to have anyway? As a soldier that could be days, weeks, months. It could also be years or decades if he's lucky and peace manages to bloom from a bloodstained ground and thrive. But Yzak considers his own time borrowed anyway, and no longer wholly his own. He's only alive at all due to sheer luck and knows full well that he should have died long ago for the sins he committed. Sins that are now eternally etched into his heart to carry. So this life of his, while still precious to him because it's his, is now dedicated to others; his people, his family and friends, those still alive and to honor those who've perished.

In order to make a difference, he has to use the life that he's still so lucky to have and stretch it as far as it can be stretched for that sake. So for the sake of someone this important to him, someone who's come to be more precious to him than anything else, of course Yzak can give up fragments of himself to make his wish come true

They return to the station, and the price is paid.

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kaorien

[ yet another flyer ends up on every orber's door, evidently by the same culprit as last time, except now it's a more colorful display:

the back of the flyer features more details about the play and its characters, and soon enough, an announcement from rita herself goes public, giving more context about the event, which all can sign up for. ]

Yzak.

Would you prefer to do your exercises in the infirmary or in your room?

do you think it's really possible to change anything at all? that it'll be meaningful?

okay hear me out
what about a skating rink on the ship

How are you? Between the fall and the... evacuations. I don't know how many made it. But you helped get them to us, didn't you.

Thank you.

Yzak.

[ He's pretty sure Yzak wouldn't want him bringing up what he witnessed so he's not even going to hint at it by acting differently. He'll act the same as he always has. ]

You expressed interest in learning about the old crew should we come across them in a future mission. Have you compiled a list yet?

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