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@silhouette-anon
Introductions
Why, hello, hello, my dearest friends! It is I--Silhouette. You may call me whatever you wish, may it be Shade, Demon, or just a Thing! I'm simply your shadow, after all; I can't have a name for myself!~
I hope I get to meet make some very, very dear friends during my stay.
[Info below the cut.]
Well now, isn't this familiar?
THAT'S NOT WHAT THIS IS ABOUT!
It's not about the fight, Isaac! And it's nothing you did, and nothing Edward did, and nothing- NOTHING against you! We're just-
Time is just passing. We aren't as close as we used to be.
Even before then. How much have we spent time with eachother ever since we got here? How much time have we spent outside of being in near-death, traumatic situations?
How much time have we really spent with each other since...
He wasn't sure how much he even meant this. He just kept rambling, unable to stop himself. How much did he actually believe any of what he was saying? What in the world was he saying?
Isaac was still his best friend. Edward was still his best friend. He still cares so, so much for both of them.
..And.. God. I guess it's only really settled in now that I've been gone for so long. Edward has an entire country to rule over now, you're.. I have no idea what you've been up to outside of this. I really don't.
He doesn't know why he can't bring himself to make normal conversation. Even without that looming argument, the tension is thick. Awkward.
I-I suppose not much time has passed for me. From my perspective, everything suddenly changed in what felt like.. A day. I don't know, I don't. . .
An image appears in his mind.
It's blurry, he can't quite understand it, or the context of it, just.. The feeling of it. The emotions behind it.
Two people walk down a hallway, heading towards each other. Even before they have approached, they recognize each other as best friends from their school years.
Now they are older. They have their families, their friends, their jobs.. Their lives.
They know each other more than anyone else could. And yet, they know each other not at all.
Awkwardly, they greet eachother and make small talk. They make nonspecific plans to meet up for coffee "sooner or later."
They do not dislike each other. Of course, they still care for each other.
And yet,
Those plans never come to fruition. Of course, they were never going to.
..You're not a stranger, Isaac.
No matter how foreign you seem, now.
Of course,
A stranger can never be someone who knows you so deeply.
Even if only a former part of you.
His tone changes from one of anger to one of desperation. Simon feels Isaac's curled, shaky hand brush against his wrist, like he wants to grab onto him, like he wants to keep him from going. Why can't we change that, then? Why do we need 'time'? You just came back! I want to be your friend! I want to...
. . .
Simon's frown deepened, and he looked away when Isaac glanced at him.
Something had very, very slightly shifted in his demeanor, but.. It was hard to pinpoint what.
..Come on, Ed. You need to sleep..
...
Isaac seems vastly uncomfortable, similar to him.
He suddenly looks like he really wants to say something, but then he glances down at Edward, still shivery, and rushes to the rooms forward instead.
my legally distinct umamusume : )
@silhouette-anon <- persimmon (oc is theres not mine)
yup hims stuck in a hivemind and he’s super happy now kinda but his happiness is a lie or somethin
..I- Okay. Okay. Alright.
He puts his head in his hands.
carbine got trapped in a hivemind btw
I- Sorry, what?
There are also texts froommmmm…
Yelena! Yelena was mostly frantically texting him when he was in The Abyss. Lots of “where are you??” And “please I miss you please”
Charles! Charles has exclusively sent crow memes. And then the most ominous “I don’t think you’re getting these anymore. I hope you’re okay. I’m not.” And then weeks of nothing followed by “I believe I am blind, apologies for poor typing.”
Simon frowned, quickly replying to Yelena's texts as he walked.
"i found my phone ♥️" As for Charles, he stared in disbelief, unsure if his response would even be seen considering Charles might be blind. He did scroll through the images of crows, though, snickering a little as he did.
He missed these messages.
Whenever Simon checks his phone next, he discovers a slew of messages from various people.
From Isaac, there's a horrendous amount of deleted messages in rows in his texts, most of which come from late at night. Each one is followed by something among the lines of "Sorry im ok :(". There's also messages inbetween the deleted ones asking Simon where he is and sending him good wishes. The most recent one says: "Miss you" that was edited 15 minutes after it was sent only yesterday.
From Edward, there isn't nearly as many as Isaac. He has always sent texts liberally. Across the months, there's a few angry texts asking "where the FUCK he's been" and why he's not responding to his messages. After May, he slowed down heavily in texting, seemingly giving up, with only a single message dropping stuff that happened to him that month followed by "wywh". However, there's a concerning message- the most recent one- from a few weeks ago that says: "visit ASAP impoortant in danger"
Additionally, there's one message from a man Simon feels like he remembers, from about 5 months ago...
"Mr. Mallory, I've finally managed to muster the courage to grab your number from my phonebook again. I would normally call for this, but I've been told you aren't answering, not even to letters, so I figured the new-wave thing of using texting might work better... Regardless of the location of messaging, I wanted to tell you that I'm incredibly sorry for my behavior many months ago when you began to hang around. I know that I was overbearing in my offers for you to... 'join' me, over that lovely Carbine. I was very manipulative from my fear of this circus and the isolation that I felt I was in- but I have since recovered and have made a striking discovery that I was never as alone as I felt. I do hope this message finds you well and that you would be willing to accept my apology. We may never be close, Mr. Mallory, but I would love to have a chat with you sometime over a cup of coffee- especially since I have been sparsely talking with someone who claims to be a close friend of yours, and he's a delight, really! Thank you for reading, again. Sincerely, Drias 'Dialtone' Tlatilpa-Ngaio"
After a month, maybe two- He had finally found his phone, hidden inbetween the cushions of his couch. It was dusty, not having been in touched in ages, but.. it still worked! And- Good god, that is a lot of messages. Upon reading the first set of texts, his expression faltered into a frown, a wave of unease washing over him. He hadn't gotten a chance to visit Isaac just yet, but he... must have been worried as well. Shoot.
As for the second, his initial guilt quickly dropped into worry, and he was already getting ready to leave the house before he even finished reading the last message.
..And for the third. He read it as he shut the front door behind him, nearly forgetting to lock it as he did. Simon wracked his brain, trying to remind who this person was--Oh. Oh.
That one.
..He was mildly unsettled, but it had been so long, that any prominent emotions he had about the encounter had mostly fizzled away. Maybe, once he had some free time, he'll give the man a visit. Besides, it'd be.. Really hypocritical if he didn't give him a chance, honestly.
As for now, though, he had something very, very important to worry about.
uhhh it’s. It’s right there
..Huh?
Oh- OH! It was inbetween the COUCH CUSHIONS?! Are you-
He sighed, facepalming himself.
..thank you.
SIMON !! HOW’RE YOU SIMON WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO !!
Hello!.. I've been getting readjusted to.. well- Everything that's been going on. It's still rather jarring that I've been gone for so long..
Of course, I've still been writing, but.. Less, now! I much prefer actually being with my lovely wife rather than scribbling on a piece of paper for hours on end, haha..
Other than that, I've.. Still been keeping mostly to myself. Though- I'm actually planning to go out and visit some friends today, hopefully!... As soon as I find my damned phone. Where is that thing?
*Merry Christmas, Simon. It's a lovely Christmas morning, and you arise from a peaceful slumber to a wrapped gift under the tree. What may this be?*
*As it turns out, it's a lovely new hat with a matching cape! Both of which are colored a deep, nightly, purple-ish indigo... although the undersides of some of the frills do rather light pink-purple color concealed underneath. And underneath both? A cameo pin. One that could be worn as a brooch or a jabot pin or any other accessory... upon closer inspection, the pin's carved design highly resembles Yelena. In fact, it seems as if it IS Yelena. You and your lovely wife whom you are lovesick for, lol.*
It was not, in fact, a Christmas morning as Simon stumbled around the house in search of his phone, missing for about a month or two now... probably longer, but he's not counting that. It was only when he nearly tripped on the gift that he noticed it, placed slightly out of the way. How he hadn't seen it for so long, he had no clue.. Then again, he had still been rather disoriented.
..Oh?
When he finally knelt down and unwrapped it (making sure not to rip the wrapping paper too much, of course,) his expression brightened. Quickly, he took the hat and cape out of the box, swapping out his current accessories for the newer ones.
Simon stood, quickly making his way to the nearest mirror to adjust and admire them. He smiled proudly as he looked at himself, in a lot better shape compared to the month prior (though, he still hadn't gone out much). As he returned to the box, he finally spotted the pin, and his grin softened. He carefully reached down, taking it out of the box and turning it over in his hands a couple of times. Without any hesitation, he attached the pin to his shirt.
I'll have to thank whoever sent me these... I hope they're not too bothered by my lateness.
Stars above-- of all holidays he could have missed, did it have to be Christmas?!
”Heh- alright alright…speaking of! I went to antiquity, and…ah, how do I say this- well, I’ve worn about the same thing for so long and I can’t of want to try something else.”
His eyes sparkle a little at the idea.
I suppose it's about time.. You still look lovely in your usual outfit, but it's always good to try something new, of course. Did you have a particular outfit in mind yet?..
”Ohhhh dear not again- I appreciate your love of sweaters but my goodness-“
But they're so fun to make!!.. And we can all be matching!..
”Let’s see…I hung around the kingdom, for a while…lovely place in the summer, they have the nicest hot springs. Ran into Charlie and a friend of his he was showing around- name’s Vixen, she was very friendly and also pretty good at dancing, which I know because I ran into the two of them practicing a waltz in the ballroom. It was adorable. What else…”
He stays quiet for the most part, preferring to listen to Yelena talk for a while. Every now and then he nods to show that he's listening.
Ah- does this mean I missed the entirety of summer?!- I was looking forward to wearing some nice outfits for the season..
..Though, this does mean Christmas is just around the corner..
”I’ve missed you too…”
Simon paused, realizing that she heard what he mumbled to himself. After another moment, he smiled softly and leaned his head on Yelena's shoulder.
..Mmm..
Would you.. tell me more about what you did while I was gone..?
”Magic, probably.”
She giggles to herself.
I suppose so, if you consider love magic!
He laughs along with her, quieting down after a few seconds.
Ohhh- How I've missed you...
He mumbled that mostly to himself, but it was very much audibly.
Mwa!
“Nope, just enough.”
His face reddened and he laughed, returning a kiss.
Here I am, nose freshly broken- And yet you never fail to make me feel wonderful!..
How in the world do you do it, dear?..
