All aboard hit the road | Closed

[oneirism]

Who: Lapis + You
Where: Westerly
When: Throughout the end of week 4
Summary: Pre-chapter 3 stuff! Feel free to hmu @ moonpaper or leave a blank comment if you want a prompt!
Restrictions/Warnings: None right now, will edit if anything pops up.

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[sunderings]

Mn. If you sing for Julius and for your sister when you miss them most, I am certain they will know that you are thinking of them. [ And not only because Lapis is simply that sort of person, her air of calm a levee for the outpour of warmth Sion glimpses in her smile. But ah, what's this? Lapis, she's making to leave her chair...? ] Your song could move the entirety of the Quad, Lapis, although...

[ Bridging the distance between them with a graceful step, Sion touches his fingertips to her shoulder in a gentle plea for her to remain stil, if only because she has done so very, very much already. Everything, perhaps, save for care for herself. ]

...you should remain seated. I can only imagine how very worn you must be, after running to Leith's mountain ranges and back.

[ And while the very same might be said of the Director, (Sion, who had run after her while carrying another in his arms and maintaining a bridge of programmable matter), the thought seems not to occur to him. Why should it, after all, when he'd been made to do such things—his design is one crafted with endurance in mind. ]

What's more... [ Ah, Lapis should recognize this, shouldn't she? The playful gleam and glint to Sion's eyes— ] ...I would be honored if I might take the co-pilot's chair at your side, my Lady.

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[Sing for them? Well, she can certainly do that - it's a thought that soothes her in a way, though there's a soft, almost amused smile at what he says next. She's not sure if her songs are that good, Sion! But then she blinks as he steps closer and touches her shoulder, the action enough to still her as she looks up at him.

It's true she is tired, but he was also running with her, while also carrying Julius and creating those platforms. Surely, he must be feeling rather worn out as well, even if he might not be showing it so clearly. Luckily she doesn't have to ask him to sit, as he quickly beats her to it - golden eyes blinking up at him once more, before she smiles softly.

A hand motions him to the seat beside her, after having taken a couple of pillows from her seat and placed them on-top of the co-pilot seat. With how she tends to usually travel by herself, that seat is often left bare and neglected, so having someone beside her for once is a nice change.]

Of course, I would be honored. Plus, I think you should sit down and rest for a little bit as well.

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[ With the grace intrinsic to him, the Director bows his head (whimsy, in this show of thanks) before taking his seat in the co-pilot's chair and gathering one of the brightly-hued pillows into his arms. The fabric is soft (or so he imagines it must be), and as a child might, he holds the pillow to his chest, his chin resting neatly atop it as considers the viewing window, the bridge of the ship, and then—of course—Lapis herself. ]

Perhaps I do need the rest. [ Wholeheartedly, Sion is able to heed the 'Captain's' orders, minding himself if only to see Lapis at ease. Lapis, who... ] May I ask if your sleep has improved, since that night...?

[ That night when Sion had been the first to doze off, despite his best efforts, physically and emotionally drained by the Company's internal affairs investigations. Lapis, she'd opened her home to him, welcomed him with tea and her quiet smile, and embarrassingly... he'd fallen asleep, sheltered by her warmth, the familiarity between them. ]

I did not mean to doze off as I did. [ Ah? What is that faint dusting of color brightening his cheeks? A blush? No, of course not! ] My apologies, for not being better company.

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[As he curls up into the chair with a pillow held to his chest, Lapis finds herself mimicking the action - almost burying her face into the soft fabric of her own, before his eyes land on her. His words causing her to perk up slightly - her mind drifting back to that night.

And despite herself, she finds a smile curling at the corner of her lips as she remembers how he drifted to sleep. Only giggling when she sees that faint color along his cheeks - amusement and fondness clear in her eyes, as her smile becomes warmer and softer.]

Don't apologize, I'm glad you find my apartment so relaxing. But I have been sleeping a bit better since then. [It's not a vast improvement, but she is sleeping just a bit more.] Thank you, Sion.

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Though I am uncertain if I truly did anything to help you find your rest...

[ But even so, she's thanked him still, her soft laughter as relaxing as it had been on that night when she'd provided him with safe-harbor away from the uglier, harder truths of belonging to the Company.

He thinks, then, that perhaps it hadn't been Lapis' apartment at all (though the space had been warm, lively with color and with an antique shop's eclectic décor), but simply the presence of a friend which had allowed him to slip so quickly, so deeply away into sleep. For so very long, he'd known only the isolation to be found behind Company walls that he'd forgotten what it had been to feel at ease—in every sense of the word—with someone. And if Lapis found the same comfort in his presence that he did in hers, maybe then--...

He had helped, in at least some small part.

A hand lifting from the pillow he holds, he leans to the side, reaching out to her with an open palm and artfully bowed fingers, wanting to take her hand in his own. ]

You are most welcome, Lapis. [ A nod of his head, a contented hum. ] You have been practicing with your A.I. since that day, as well?

At this rate, between your new-found speed and those abilities innate to only you, no one will be able to rival your prowess.

[ —spoken like a good co-pilot, accompanied by a playful wink and cant of head. But more than that, the words are no simple flattery, as much as evident in the profound way Sion studies Lapis' face, full of wonderment. ]

But... you'll not leave me behind, will you?