[There's a pile of letters and blueprints and books on the desk in their bedroom whenever Enciodes gets back from Enciodes Things™, and Gnosis is rifling through all of them with his feathers puffed up and an unreadable expression. When the door opens, he only slightly turns his head toward Enciodes, a wry smile pulling at the corners of his lips.]
If I told you I wrote you love letters, what would you say?
[ Enciodes was out patrolling, don't worry. He's reaching over to feed Tenzin some dried pellets when Gnosis speaks, and he's clearly not in Thinking mode yet because the first thing out of his mouth is: ] While I was out?
[ Idiot- ]
I suppose I might think you a bit silly for not being able to wait on my arrival.
Do I seem like the type of man to wax poetic about you? [yes] No, in our past lives here. You weren't... here at the time for it, but I received a past-life memory some time ago. I, apparently, was quite shy with my affections and used to hide from you.
[His cheeks are burning.]
Sesa explored the burned town north of here recently and came back with things that are almost certainly "mine" from that era, including... at least twenty unsent love letters. Kjeragandr, I was a mess in my twenties, wasn't I. There are blueprints and other such documents I left behind as well, very rudimentary in their designs.
Oh? [ Gnosis will recognize that amused way his ears tilt towards Gnosis, as if he has to make sure he's hearing him correctly, or just a gesture to make sure Gnosis knows he's listening. Look at his cute husband! He's so adorable when he's flushed. ] "Apparently" is a bold choice of words, considering how you were when we were younger on Terra even.
I'd like to think I was a bit more put together when we were younger in our current lives.
[Yes of course Gnosis. You kissed him goodnight every night as a child then awkwardly said later "we shouldn't do that, there are connotations there" and then got real jealous at every party growing up where Enciodes would dance with others and then he kissed you against a wall so like.
No, you weren't put together. You were, in fact, worse.]
Here they are. They're... hm. Terrible, waxing poetic, downright atrocious and tropey... No wonder I never sent these.
[ Enciodes can’t help that wide eyed cat look he gets when he’s excited, putting Tenzin on one of his perches so he can smoothly slide over fully to Gnosis so he can take the letters. He might be purring.
“Waxing poetic” and “tropey” is right up Silverash’s alley??? Really, Gnosis, it’s like you don’t know your husband at all.
Anyway he’s immediately reading these right here right now. ]
[Oh god they're bad. Gnosis has them stacked up in order from "first" to "last", judging by the dates penned into the corners that don't make much sense because this place is timeless and bizarre. They start off very much like "I think you're very attractive and would like to take you to dinner" which seems to be Gnosis' first attempt at a confession, and midway through go to actual unabashed fluff because it seems like they are together.
Such passages include gross, poetic stuff like—]
"Every beat of my heart whispers your name, every breath I take carries the essence of your being. Your love has become the North Star guiding me through the darkest nights and illuminating my path with the brilliance of a thousand suns."
[And other icky loving things such as:]
"In your eyes, I find solace and understanding, in your embrace, I discover a sanctuary where I am accepted wholly and completely. Your laughter is the sweetest melody, and your smile, the most beautiful masterpiece ever crafted."
[It's very much the vibe of "this man was studying romance books for a while and is trying his best to impress rather than being himself". It's almost peacocking. It's meaningful peacocking, but it sure isn't the Gnosis that Enciodes currently knows. The current Gnosis wouldn't be caught dead with this shit. He seems to have been a lot more emotional in the past... not that he didn't have equally cheesy lines at their wedding, but these are a lot less walled, so to speak. There are no walls or barriers. There are just feelings.
They are bad. They're cheesy. Gnosis kind of wants to toss them out, except they're sort of meaningful clues and he knows Enciodes loves this stuff, so... here you go.]
[ Enciodes reads them all, standing there and being very delicate with these old papers as not to crumble them. The small smile on his face is unmistakeable, especially as he gives small laughs at some of the cheesier lines. He loves this sort of stuff, though. Maybe that much is apparent with his purring.
He knows his Gnosis didn’t really write any of these, but just the fact he gave them to Enciodes to begin with fills him with delight. Once he’s finished, he carefully sets the notes on the desk and reaches down to hoist Gnosis up without warning.
He spins him around for a moment, then seats himself down instead with Gnosis now in his lap. He’s getting kisses before he can start complaining. ]
I'm not cranky right now. I'm merely bored, which you don't seem to be understanding. I hardly operate like the hands of a clock, Enciodes, there's some amount of unpredictability to me.
I did say "monthly quota" for a reason. Just because there's not specific times or anything like that doesn't mean there isn't some amount of consistency as well. If your sleep schedule alone is anything to go by I know damn well that you have no true internal clock.
Yet it's a statistical anomaly if we end up arguing less than 8 times a month, all the same.
[Scoffs. Leans his elbow on his table and his cheek against his fist.]
Really? And what do you think of me if I don't pull you aside to get on you for your inane viewpoints at least eight times per month? Or do you fancy yourself Enciodes, Leader of Karlan Trade, Mr. Always Right?
Oh, you're calling me Mr. Always Right? Are you serious? At least I'm willing to know when I am bested and take pride in the challenge my opposition provides. You rue being wrong more than anything else and won't fall gracefully even a bit.
your average 36 year old man usually does not have grey hairs. like that's just not a thing that usually happens. however.
Gnosis is stressed. Gnosis just had a fucking deluge of like 2-3ish years of memories that caused a giant migraine. Gnosis has been drinking too much. Gnosis has been dealing with the Triguns' bullshit.
The man is starting to be a little silvery, he's noticed. And like, to be fair, Enciodes Silverash probably doesn't care, but Gnosis comes into the cabana anyway holding up a single silver strand of hair alongside one of his headfeathers, where some of the barbs near his head have also gone silver.]
Am I getting old?
[Gnosis you've been old. You've been old since you were 11.]
[ Enciodes doesn't even look up from the couch, where he's sprawled out and reading a book. His tail immediately thumps to life when Gnosis enters all the same, implying he's happy to hear his husband.
Why would you ask me that if you've already decided you're not old, then?
[ Insert eye roll here. He does put his book down, but just so he can sit up and reach out to grab Gnosis' face instead, pulling him closer. You know. To inspect his head feathers!
And also give him a kiss on his forehead. ]
You're beautiful, my darling. I don't see any issues here.
[The way Gnosis just sort of melts and sits down like... my dude you are not beating the gay allegations like this.]
I should not be going grey at thirty-six. [He says, and then scoots up onto the pull-out couch further, make room.] I suppose it means little to you, considering you're already grey.
[Runs a hand through Enciodes' hair... did you brush your hair today it looks like you did not.]
[ He will shuffle, if only because it gives him reason to lean against Gnosis as he sits down. The tail immediately goes around Gnosis, as per the usual. And no, of course he didn't brush. He didn't intend to leave the cabana today! It's too hot... ]
"Grey"... That's the color you're going to call all this? [ And, besides, Gnosis has seen Uncle Chester. He should be well aware that the Silverashes don't really "grey". It's when the wrinkles come that Enciodes will start whining. ] I can't say I'm surprised you're seeing a bit of grey, considering how much you've been stressing out lately. That's your problem, you know.
[Uncle Chester himself barely has wrinkles, Enciodes is going to be young and hot forever. At least he will be to Gnosis.]
I don't have an issue with stress. [You do.] It would be easier if people would stop coming into the lab to bother me with their issues. I'd like to do research, not babysit.
[Gnosis you willingly sign up for the babysitting are you good my dude—
Anyway, he sighs extremely tiredly.]
I'd like to take a long nap and not wake up wondering who pissed off who and who wandered off into the lighthouse and got maimed for once.
[ Felines DO have nine lives, maybe he'll be here a while- ]
I fear that if people do not continue to "bother" you, you will simply become a fixture to your lab equipment and forget to be a person, Gnosis. [ He nuzzles himself against Gnosis' cheek. ] Besides, it's healthy for you to be making friends, you know.
Silverash will find himself sitting at the head of a long dining table, red light pouring through grand windows of an otherwise dark room. Across from him sits a man with long, sleek hair and dark skin marred with silver and golden scars, silver eyes gleaming mischievously.
A feast of bird and some other meat he can't discern is placed before them alongside fruits and vegetables, bread and cakes. Before he can say anything, he can feel his arms moving to cut into a piece before him, prim and proper as always.
Hanging from the ceiling is cages filled with cranes and snow leopards, bells and hats and glasses laying around on the floor broken.
Silverash awakens to the scent of blood beside him.
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some time in late march ??? ? ? ? time is fake
If I told you I wrote you love letters, what would you say?
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I suppose I might think you a bit silly for not being able to wait on my arrival.
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Do I seem like the type of man to wax poetic about you? [yes] No, in our past lives here. You weren't... here at the time for it, but I received a past-life memory some time ago. I, apparently, was quite shy with my affections and used to hide from you.
[His cheeks are burning.]
Sesa explored the burned town north of here recently and came back with things that are almost certainly "mine" from that era, including... at least twenty unsent love letters. Kjeragandr, I was a mess in my twenties, wasn't I. There are blueprints and other such documents I left behind as well, very rudimentary in their designs.
[Okay go back to the love letters]
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Love letters, though? Do you still have them?
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[Yes of course Gnosis. You kissed him goodnight every night as a child then awkwardly said later "we shouldn't do that, there are connotations there" and then got real jealous at every party growing up where Enciodes would dance with others and then he kissed you against a wall so like.
No, you weren't put together. You were, in fact, worse.]
Here they are. They're... hm. Terrible, waxing poetic, downright atrocious and tropey... No wonder I never sent these.
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“Waxing poetic” and “tropey” is right up Silverash’s alley??? Really, Gnosis, it’s like you don’t know your husband at all.
Anyway he’s immediately reading these right here right now. ]
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Such passages include gross, poetic stuff like—]
[And other icky loving things such as:]
[It's very much the vibe of "this man was studying romance books for a while and is trying his best to impress rather than being himself". It's almost peacocking. It's meaningful peacocking, but it sure isn't the Gnosis that Enciodes currently knows. The current Gnosis wouldn't be caught dead with this shit. He seems to have been a lot more emotional in the past... not that he didn't have equally cheesy lines at their wedding, but these are a lot less walled, so to speak. There are no walls or barriers. There are just feelings.
They are bad. They're cheesy. Gnosis kind of wants to toss them out, except they're sort of meaningful clues and he knows Enciodes loves this stuff, so... here you go.]
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He knows his Gnosis didn’t really write any of these, but just the fact he gave them to Enciodes to begin with fills him with delight. Once he’s finished, he carefully sets the notes on the desk and reaches down to hoist Gnosis up without warning.
He spins him around for a moment, then seats himself down instead with Gnosis now in his lap. He’s getting kisses before he can start complaining. ]
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this is stupid that's all
(He won't die, it's just he finished working on Clotted Cream's new arm and he's out of projects now. Boo hiss.)
As soon as Enciodes comes into the lab from wherever Enciodes do be, Gnosis spins around on the workbench and just—]
I need you to argue with me.
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Oh, I'm sorry, had I not filled your monthly quota, princess?
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Yet it's a statistical anomaly if we end up arguing less than 8 times a month, all the same.
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Really? And what do you think of me if I don't pull you aside to get on you for your inane viewpoints at least eight times per month? Or do you fancy yourself Enciodes, Leader of Karlan Trade, Mr. Always Right?
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after gnosis' canon update ?? end of june ish. silly shit again
your average 36 year old man usually does not have grey hairs. like that's just not a thing that usually happens. however.
Gnosis is stressed. Gnosis just had a fucking deluge of like 2-3ish years of memories that caused a giant migraine. Gnosis has been drinking too much. Gnosis has been dealing with the Triguns' bullshit.
The man is starting to be a little silvery, he's noticed. And like, to be fair, Enciodes Silverash probably doesn't care, but Gnosis comes into the cabana anyway holding up a single silver strand of hair alongside one of his headfeathers, where some of the barbs near his head have also gone silver.]
Am I getting old?
[Gnosis you've been old. You've been old since you were 11.]
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And yet- ] "Getting"?
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[Okay thanks Gnosis glad we decided that one.]
Are you even looking?
[Moves closer to the couch, holds his feathers at Enciodes you WILL look at this you WILL see what this place has done to him.]
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[ Insert eye roll here. He does put his book down, but just so he can sit up and reach out to grab Gnosis' face instead, pulling him closer. You know. To inspect his head feathers!
And also give him a kiss on his forehead. ]
You're beautiful, my darling. I don't see any issues here.
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I should not be going grey at thirty-six. [He says, and then scoots up onto the pull-out couch further, make room.] I suppose it means little to you, considering you're already grey.
[Runs a hand through Enciodes' hair... did you brush your hair today it looks like you did not.]
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"Grey"... That's the color you're going to call all this? [ And, besides, Gnosis has seen Uncle Chester. He should be well aware that the Silverashes don't really "grey". It's when the wrinkles come that Enciodes will start whining. ] I can't say I'm surprised you're seeing a bit of grey, considering how much you've been stressing out lately. That's your problem, you know.
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I don't have an issue with stress. [You do.] It would be easier if people would stop coming into the lab to bother me with their issues. I'd like to do research, not babysit.
[Gnosis you willingly sign up for the babysitting are you good my dude—
Anyway, he sighs extremely tiredly.]
I'd like to take a long nap and not wake up wondering who pissed off who and who wandered off into the lighthouse and got maimed for once.
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I fear that if people do not continue to "bother" you, you will simply become a fixture to your lab equipment and forget to be a person, Gnosis. [ He nuzzles himself against Gnosis' cheek. ] Besides, it's healthy for you to be making friends, you know.
I worry so much about you.
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[DREAMING] (cw: implied/symbolic cannibalism)
A feast of bird and some other meat he can't discern is placed before them alongside fruits and vegetables, bread and cakes. Before he can say anything, he can feel his arms moving to cut into a piece before him, prim and proper as always.
Hanging from the ceiling is cages filled with cranes and snow leopards, bells and hats and glasses laying around on the floor broken.
Silverash awakens to the scent of blood beside him.