[ 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. ]
[Gnosis, obviously, is alarmed by this, letting out a brief yelp before exhaling sharply through his nose, a sort of tired fondness he usually has and tries to mask and fails to mask every time. His puffed-out feathers flatten the moment he's put back down, now in Enciodes' lap, taking a breath to speak and—
being kissed. Immediately. Even if he's still appalled at past-him's own writing, his hands naturally find Enciodes shoulders, set there and staying.]
Goodness. [Kiss, kiss,] You do realise I wrote those in my past-life, don't you?
[ Don’t ruin the moment, Gnosis! He gives a little huff after, pulling back only slightly. ]
Would you rather I say “If only that Gnosis were here to kiss”? You’re too focused on the wrong things, my love. I’m just happy you showed me these to begin with, not necessarily that “you” didn’t write them. It means you’d knew I’d like them, yes?
Your fondness for saccharine poetry was never lost on me, no. I imagine, based on the evidence I was handed, that both you and I were far more... normal, shall we say. I, apparently, spent a great deal of time pining after you, but with no added dramatics on the side.
...
I suppose, considering how I was as a teenager, the first point is unsurprising.
[ There's a gentle laugh followed by another sweet kiss. ]
Completely. However, I am very charmed by all of that. I hope the past life version of myself was also able to read this. If he truly is anything like me, he'd adore them greatly.
That said, it's funny to hear you were the one doing this and not me. I'd taken more of a liking to poetry in the past than you had.
...
I'm sure I'd written you some letters like this during our time in Victoria.
They look as though they were unsent, though you and I already know that we were married then, too. I can't imagine some past version of you wouldn't be nosy enough to get into my personal letters, especially if they were addressed to you.
[Lays his head against Enciodes' shoulder... warm bird.]
You did share a few of those letters with me. It isn't like you to leave anything unsent, after all... and yes, they were quite cheesy and poetic, as I recall.
[ Warm bird. Gnosis is getting kissed right on his temple before Enciodes reclines back. There's a tail around Gnosis' waist -- at this point, he may very well consider it a permanent belt. It's there more often than not, after all. ]
Yes, well, I was never nearly as shy as you were. If I recall, I even read one aloud to you in front of our Victorian dorms. [ A little laugh. ] Maybe I should have some shame?
[It's fine, because Gnosis' fingers are immediately threading with the fur, an instinctive motion that Enciodes should also be used to by now. He's petting the fluff as they talk, though "maybe I should have some shame" makes him groan and roll his eyes.]
Yes, you should. You standing beneath my window and screaming poetry in the courtyard was the single-most embarrassing event of my youth. You couldn't begin to imagine how many hearts you broke that night — I had multiple women in our classes asking me if that was a serious confession or not.
[ Silverash for as old and mature as he might be, still feels like a child enough around Gnosis. Maybe it's to make up for all the time he had to pretend to be an adult as a child, or maybe he truly just needs some amount of wonder in his life, but... uhhhh, chair is now spinning with the both of them in.
And then, very loudly, Enciodes recites a poem. ]
I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent’st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee.
Gnosis is rolling his eyes, but Enciodes knows him well enough: He'll easily be able to tell that the poetry flusters the crane without even trying. That is the eyeroll of a bird who's embarrassed.]
By Kjeragandr... [sighs.] You're incorrigible, you know.
[ There's a light chuckle, but the spinning slows to a stop as he focuses more on nuzzling against the top of Gnosis' head. His tail is flicking a little to keep balance -- he doesn't think the chair will topple, but it's better to be sure. ]
Now, now, that's not fair. I behave myself plenty in front of everyone else. [ A little too well. A little too serious. A little too focused. ] But you can get just a bit of immature absurdity. Maybe in doing so, you'll learn to let loose a bit yourself?
Just because I do not see the need to spout poetry below our bedroom window, [which is now on the ground floor because lab reasons, but the point stands,] doesn't mean I do not know how to let go.
[Gnosis, you haven't let go of anything in your life ever.]
Anything you'd like, as far as I'm concerned. Through all our hardships and experiences we've endured, we've ended up at a point where there's absolutely nothing you could do with me that'd ever make me part from you, my love.
Now, now, no jokes like that. If I'm not allowed to make those comments, neither are you. I suppose you'll have to accept being glued to me for the rest of eternity.
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[ Idiot- ]
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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being kissed. Immediately. Even if he's still appalled at past-him's own writing, his hands naturally find Enciodes shoulders, set there and staying.]
Goodness. [Kiss, kiss,] You do realise I wrote those in my past-life, don't you?
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Would you rather I say “If only that Gnosis were here to kiss”? You’re too focused on the wrong things, my love. I’m just happy you showed me these to begin with, not necessarily that “you” didn’t write them. It means you’d knew I’d like them, yes?
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...
I suppose, considering how I was as a teenager, the first point is unsurprising.
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Completely. However, I am very charmed by all of that. I hope the past life version of myself was also able to read this. If he truly is anything like me, he'd adore them greatly.
That said, it's funny to hear you were the one doing this and not me. I'd taken more of a liking to poetry in the past than you had.
...
I'm sure I'd written you some letters like this during our time in Victoria.
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[Lays his head against Enciodes' shoulder... warm bird.]
You did share a few of those letters with me. It isn't like you to leave anything unsent, after all... and yes, they were quite cheesy and poetic, as I recall.
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Yes, well, I was never nearly as shy as you were. If I recall, I even read one aloud to you in front of our Victorian dorms. [ A little laugh. ] Maybe I should have some shame?
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Yes, you should. You standing beneath my window and screaming poetry in the courtyard was the single-most embarrassing event of my youth. You couldn't begin to imagine how many hearts you broke that night — I had multiple women in our classes asking me if that was a serious confession or not.
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And then, very loudly, Enciodes recites a poem. ]
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee
As giving it a hope, that there
It could not withered be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent’st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.
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Gnosis is rolling his eyes, but Enciodes knows him well enough: He'll easily be able to tell that the poetry flusters the crane without even trying. That is the eyeroll of a bird who's embarrassed.]
By Kjeragandr... [sighs.] You're incorrigible, you know.
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Now, now, that's not fair. I behave myself plenty in front of everyone else. [ A little too well. A little too serious. A little too focused. ] But you can get just a bit of immature absurdity. Maybe in doing so, you'll learn to let loose a bit yourself?
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[Do you, though.]
Just because I do not see the need to spout poetry below our bedroom window, [which is now on the ground floor because lab reasons, but the point stands,] doesn't mean I do not know how to let go.
[Gnosis, you haven't let go of anything in your life ever.]
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[ Affectionately reads you poetry then calls you an idiot. They're flirting. ]
...Is this your attempt at sarcasm?
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[Pot meet kettle et cetera.]
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Spins again. Wheeeeeeeeeeee- ]
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Truly insufferable. What am I to do with you?
[kiss him probably, since you're smiling like an idiot about it.]
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Anything you'd like, as far as I'm concerned. Through all our hardships and experiences we've endured, we've ended up at a point where there's absolutely nothing you could do with me that'd ever make me part from you, my love.
...
Apart from killing me, I suppose.
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I just didn't want you to get all pedantic. I'd trust you even with my life, my darling, and I should hope you know that much by now.