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[open] REUNITED AND IT FEELS SO GOOD
CHARACTERS: EVERYONE
WHERE: Station 72
WHEN: DAY :001
SUMMARY: The Hyrypia away team returns to Station 72.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. Need a warning added? PM this account please!
((OOC Notes: This is the catch-all log for the return to Station 72. If you have any questions, please hit up the FAQ or MOD CONTACT pages!))
WHERE: Station 72
WHEN: DAY :001
SUMMARY: The Hyrypia away team returns to Station 72.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. Need a warning added? PM this account please!
STATION 72
DAY :001HOMECOMING
THE STEALTH SHIPS JUMPS AWAY and leaves the brassy marble of Hyrypia, a dismantled war, and a tentatively reunited people behind it. The jump from the universe is nauseating - even with the symbiote's anchoring quality, bodies displace poorly -, but surely it's no competition over the shared relief to be done with that place. There could be happiness. There should be. But surely the quiet prone figures in the back of the ship are a morbid reminder of everything Hyrypia has cost.
This work isn't easy.
Luckily the burden won't be shouldered alone. The moment the stealth ships snaps into the space between spaces, an overwhelming sense of connectivity floods the symbiote mental link. Regardless of how many of your broodmates might remain, it's undeniable that the presence of other Hosts is somehow a relief. Involuntarily or otherwise, taut shoulders relax and anxious nerves smooth. It's fine. You made it. Welcome home.
The sense of comfort only solidifies as the ship penetrates the irregular hull of Station 72, as its engines power down and the landing platform whirs upward to corkscrew the ship back into its rightly place on the hangar deck. 'Tik, tik, tik' whirr the engines as they fade. With the flip of a switch, the boarding ramp's hydraulics kick on and the rear of the ship opens itself -- to waiting faces, likely.
"Thank you for joining us today on the HMS Squid," says Rhan, all smiles and cheer as she unbuckles her safety harness. "Don't forget to take your belongings from where you've stowed them and return your seats to their upright positions, et cetera et cetera."
She gives the assembled away team a last, well practiced wink. "Now unless you really haven't anything better to do, feel free to get the hell off my boat darlings."
((OOC Notes: This is the catch-all log for the return to Station 72. If you have any questions, please hit up the FAQ or MOD CONTACT pages!))
2 | kitchen
When he realizes that the strength of the connection he feels with Shiro is strong enough that it means that he can't be planetside anymore - when he realizes that his connection with November and Lakshmi is gone, and what that means, but that's something entirely different - Sam emerges, wrapping his connection with Shiro tightly around himself and using it to find Shiro where he's hovering in the kitchen.
He doesn't say anything.
It's not like he needs to, though, when his mind fills Shiro's the moment he comes within range. He'd use crashes, but - it's nothing that sudden or violent, it's more like coming home. When he steps into the kitchen, he unerringly makes his way to Shiro - and slams him up against a wall, pinning his wrists to the metal above his head as he kisses him, mental link swirling around Shiro's with I missed you I missed you I missed you as he presses against him like he's trying to see if they can both occupy the same space at the same time.
As his symbiote ability activates, automatically, healing whatever injuries and fatigue Shiro might have as Sam presses him against the kitchen wall. ]
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[Except when someone else is there. Someone else is there. Someone else is there.]
[Nothing stops him from turning as he feels Sam step into the room. Turns to meet him, openly as he can, feeling an overwhelming crash of affection and relief from the moment he feels that mind near his again. Someone's still here. Someone is back and he's glad he doesn't need words to tell him how much that means to him right now.]
[The echo of I missed you bounces between them, and the only reason he resists the hold, just for a moment, is because he wants to wrap Sam up in his arms as well. To hold onto him too. To verify how real he is... that it's not like Lakshmi or Lavellan or Keya. It's not like the minds gone dark and cold and left him here the last man standing the only one who got away]
[He's kissing back before he thinks about it, completely and utterly desperate for it.]
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He doesn't know what it must have been like for Shiro back on the planet - and yet he does, because as soon as their minds twine around each other again, he can pick it up. He can feel the relief that Shiro feels at having someone else there, someone else real and alive and whole. And he can feel Shiro struggle against the hold, can feel why - and he wants it, too, wants to pull Shiro into his arms and let Shiro hold him tight in return, until they can't tell where one of them ends and the other begins, and yet -
And yet he wants this more. Wants to feel Shiro's desperation, the way he kisses back - wants to overwhelm Shiro to the point that he's not thinking about anything else than being back here, with him.
Let me - let me sweetheart, I got you. There's no words there, just a feeling, and Sam crosses Shiro's wrists together so he can hold them against the wall with one hand as he kisses him, letting his other hand push up Shiro's shirt and rest on his stomach.
I got you. ]
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[Which is ironic, considering his breath is currently coming in rasping, short inhales, while trying to kiss Sam as much and as deeply as he can. He's here. He's back. They made it out of there. He doesn't have to shoulder everything alone anymore. Doesn't have to remember the wrenching feeling of losing other minds while he's here.]
[While he's with Sam.]
[He wouldn't try to get his hands free otherwise, if he didn't want to hold onto him so badly right then, it almost chokes him. Almost makes his eyes sting and the sharp breaths choke in his throat.]
[All right, when that happens, his muscles go tense for totally different reasons, scars and muscle standing out sharply under Sam's hand. And he tries to hook a leg around one of Sam's. To pull him closer still.]
[Don't leave me again.]
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At least for a little while, Sam can let their connection widen so far he can no longer feel the edges of it, until the rest of the Nest is gone and there's nothing but them.
Welcome back, welcome home.
Sam presses closer when Shiro bids, slotting his leg neatly between Shiro's. And then closer still, wedging himself between Shiro's legs. He lets his hand slide down to where Shiro's leg is hooked around his and tugs - not quite hauling Shiro up, but almost, encouraging him to wrap his legs around Sam's waist as he presses him to the wall.
Never, his mind murmurs without saying a word, twining together with Shiro's until their bond flows deeper, burns brighter. Never again, it promises, forgetting that of the two of them, Shiro is the one who will be leaving.
It doesn't matter right now, not when they're so wrapped up in each other that it's hard for Sam to imagine being separated, so he can do his best to forget what it felt like. ]
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[But, suddenly, all of that fades. Everything in his head fades out to just Sam. To just the two of them and the feeling of the physical sensation. And he wants to bury himself in it. Bury himself in Sam and their connection. In someone who cares like this. Someone who is still here.]
[He still wants to hold onto him. Wants to cling onto him. His hands are busy, so his legs will have to do. So wrap him up he does. Arching into him and holding on with his legs like this is going to be ripped away at any moment. There's a desperation in every touch. In the bow of his body between wall and Sam.]
[I love you--]
[It's dangerously close to "I need you". He really should tell him how things went. He really should stop and be rational, but no. No, he needs to say other things beforehand.]
[Things that are just as important.]