( he hesitates a moment, but ultimately gives his mug over for her to wash; of course it had been his intention to do the washing himself, but it doesn't surprise him in the slightest that she beats him to it. always so quick on the uptake, this one β¦
but she's right, dishes may as well be washed and put away to dry if they're going to keep standing in the kitchen like a couple of bumps on a log. it never does anyone good to stay idle for too long.
his brows furrow briefly when she drops the mug, but he doesn't move to check on her; he's sure it has something to do with the mention of his given name, the name of the one he'd once told his brother was dead, and that he'd been the one to kill him, to boot. a name synonymous with the sort of innocence he hasn't been in possession of for over a century in a half, not since he'd caused the sky to fall and broken the trust of the only family he had left.
the name of a frightened little boy that had always wanted to have the same kind of faith in humanity his brother had, but had never been able to find it.
( and isn't that when gods are made, when displaced faith has nowhere else to go? )
it's a name he'd thought he never wanted to hear again, at least not until he'd woken up here and it was one of the first things he'd heard upon seeing his brother again, whole and looking no worse for the wear. he's gotten used to it since then, of course, months upon months of being called nothing but that by vash, and maybe β¦ initially he'd thought that he would never let anyone else use it. between vash β¦ and rem, it was sacred.
and maybe he's changing his mind about that.
when she finally turns to face him again, there's a softness to his expression that only vash has seen before, and a firmness to his voice that means he's serious. ) There is power in names. It's why I sought to change mine to begin withβ ( he starts, and stops, seems to ponder his words before he begins again. ) Leaving that name behind meant detaching myself from everything that had so far come with it. Vulnerability. Helplessness. ( he pauses again. ) Fear.
I don't feel any of that here. Not anymore. So, yes β¦ I'm sure.
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Date: 2024-02-06 08:49 pm (UTC)but she's right, dishes may as well be washed and put away to dry if they're going to keep standing in the kitchen like a couple of bumps on a log. it never does anyone good to stay idle for too long.
his brows furrow briefly when she drops the mug, but he doesn't move to check on her; he's sure it has something to do with the mention of his given name, the name of the one he'd once told his brother was dead, and that he'd been the one to kill him, to boot. a name synonymous with the sort of innocence he hasn't been in possession of for over a century in a half, not since he'd caused the sky to fall and broken the trust of the only family he had left.
the name of a frightened little boy that had always wanted to have the same kind of faith in humanity his brother had, but had never been able to find it.
( and isn't that when gods are made, when displaced faith has nowhere else to go? )
it's a name he'd thought he never wanted to hear again, at least not until he'd woken up here and it was one of the first things he'd heard upon seeing his brother again, whole and looking no worse for the wear. he's gotten used to it since then, of course, months upon months of being called nothing but that by vash, and maybe β¦ initially he'd thought that he would never let anyone else use it. between vash β¦ and rem, it was sacred.
and maybe he's changing his mind about that.
when she finally turns to face him again, there's a softness to his expression that only vash has seen before, and a firmness to his voice that means he's serious. ) There is power in names. It's why I sought to change mine to begin withβ ( he starts, and stops, seems to ponder his words before he begins again. ) Leaving that name behind meant detaching myself from everything that had so far come with it. Vulnerability. Helplessness. ( he pauses again. ) Fear.
I don't feel any of that here. Not anymore. So, yes β¦ I'm sure.