🎀: GIFT GIVEN
@devrimsperch
“That place sounds beautiful… I’ve only been to old North America a few times. Just on scouting missions with Guardians. Never got to do too much.” Devrim hummed, reminicing about his travels, despite how few he’s been allowed to have. Guardians almost always refused to let tower militia get involved in anything. It was a fight, tooth and nail, to get permission to scout alongside them.
He perked at the dreams Adrian seemed to have. Guardians and how they remembered things always intrigued him. He always wondered what it would be like, to live like your past life was just a dream. “A husband and a name? Well, that is quite a bit to celebrate!” he hummed. “What did you find out about yourself?”
“It really is beautiful out there, wilderness reclaiming what civilization had taken for centuries. Though there are quite a few Encampments and Communes like the Farm. One was a couple hours away from where Jade resurrected me the first time. Friendly people, though they don’t get too many guardians passing through, but it seems like they make do on their own. Most of the threats are wildlife getting too close to their boundaries.” A smile upon his face as he reminisced about the gorgeous sites. Spectacular sunrises and sunsets that set the mountain ranges ablaze in pinks, reds, oranges. The way the setting sun looked over the ocean, coloring the waves dark blue, how the sand felt against his skin. If he could get away with playing hooky from guardian duties a little more frequently, he wouldn’t mind traveling around a bit and experiencing the sights.
He had a husband, or very least a Fiance. Though he was fairly certain even with fuzzy details the figure had been male, yet no matter how often he tried forcing his dreams to move further. To remove the block that had kept him from seeing clearly, they usually ended in him waking up and staring into the darkness. Maybe one day those dreams would become clear enough for him to truly see the part of himself he was missing all this time. He took another sip of his cooling tea before inhaling deep enough for said tea to travel down the wrong pipe, plaguing the guardian with violent coughs and watery eyes. “Wait what!?” He asked, voice rather scratchy as he continued to cough for a couple more minutes until his airways were a bit more clear.
“Yeeeeeeess!” She sang around, twirling through the air, seemingly rather pleased with herself. “While we were searching around your Second Birthplace, I was scanning and found something encased in the calcium deposits at the bottom of one of the hot pools. Naturally I scooped it up and been routinely repairing it, it was both badly damaged and covered in sediment.” She continued to float through the air, her voice an array of melodies.
“Wait, wait, was that way you had to perform a reboot that afternoon? Because you took a dip in a boiling hot, acidic hot-pool to grab something you found? Wait, do you just float around picking up whatever catches your eye?” He asked his Jadeite shell with a small grin, hues still tinged red. “Well lay it on me.”
“I don’t take just anything. It’s gotta be interesting first! Okay, okay! Drum roll please!” Jade announced before synthesizing her voice into a series of low rolling sounds, then stopped. “Your name is Adrian Blackwater, no middle name that I could tell, profession; a glorified gravel monkey!” Revealing the Guardians name and something close to a profession before dissolving into a fit of windchime like giggles as she rotated on an axis, obviously pleased with herself. A small laminated badge materialized out of thin air before falling to the ground with a small plopping sound. Most of the colors were worn, and the name of whatever institution it had belonged to were all but gone, leaving only a couple letters. First and last name were still readable, along with what he thought was a dreadful picture of someone that looked almost like himself. Maybe younger? Grey hair, Light blue eyes, possibly a tan that spoke how long that person had been out in the sun.
“Wait, did you just call me a gravel monkey, you glorified windchime!” He said with faked indignation, though it couldn’t have been clearer he was rather amused. Holding out his hand, palm up, he watched as the Verdant shell floated on over and nuzzled against his fingers.