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When Yuki realized that she has, in fact, won the final competition of the season 🥰

#ski jumping #skijumpingedit #yuki ito #team japan #lahti 2023 #wsj #moje #protect her at all cost #just pure joy #what an #iconic #moment #<3

Delia (honorific)

#What an #hONOUR #had to look this up to make sure tho coz I was like #at first I read it as horrific #and I was like damn ok #kinda rude #ngl #but then o realized #ask

Four months, since Elliot had died. Four months, since Parrish had been forced to make the decision no person should ever have to make, and Parrish thought out of anyone, they would be spared from this sort of tragedy: Elliot tethered to life support, his lungs unable to work on their own, his heart beating like a mechanical thing in his chest, eyes forever fixed shut, as he withered away more and more each passing day. Parrish would sit beside his bed and read to him, play his favorite songs with one earbud in Elliot’s ear, just sit and hold his hand and tell him about his day, which usually just consisted of milling about the hospital, it was a wonder Parrish ever left, unless it was at the begging of his mother to go out for a proper meal with her, to go take a shower that wasn’t with wet wipes in the hospital bathrooms. But he hated going home, he hated the empty, lifeless rooms and the cold bed that felt way too big without his husband and the sight of Elliot’s half used shampoo sitting on the bathroom sink counter when Parrish had always nagged Elliot to put it somewhere more organized. Everywhere he looked, there was just hurt, just pain. And now Elliot’s body was long gone, life support taken off, as there was no chance to bring him back, and Parrish spent countless nights, wishing the car accident that had claimed his husband due to a stranger’s drunken recklessness, had taken him instead, although he knew Elliot would have slapped him for saying such things.

But Elliot was not gone, not entirely, as Parrish had figured a way to revive him, in a sense. His work at the technological institute specializing in virtual reality had never felt so much like a blessing, and their projects involving transferring a person’s consciousness into a virtual reality setting had taken promising turns during the development, enough that Parrish felt confident it would work if he attempted it, and he was desperate to try anything to bring the love of his life back, in any way, shape, or form. It had been ultimately a success, the first phase, where he’d been able to bring Elliot into a virtual world that could have limitless design possibilities, all of it at Parrish fingertips.

His husband had been generated into a pixelated version of himself, and it was rather cute, watching him walk around and tentatively explore his new world, little emoticons above his head to express how he felt, whether it be confusion or shock or happiness when he heard Parrish’s voice through the microphone, and to Parrish’s tear-filled delight, Elliot could speak back, although in a slightly warbled robotic tone, but it was still him, with all his thoughts and feelings and the love he had for Parrish still perfectly intact. He kept Elliot with him wherever he went, on a little handheld device that he could use to check in on him whenever he wanted, and for a time, it worked out well, albeit it was still a bit depressing, wanting to hold Elliot so badly his hands ached, but he had no one at night except the sing-song of Elliot’s robotic voice, and the pillow that once belonged to him.

Parrish held in his hands now, the next phase of the project, a headset that would allow him the chance to step into Elliot’s world, and Parrish was unsure if it would even work, as it had not been very well tested before this point, but the researchers he worked with all agreed he should give it a shot. He found his hands trembled as he stuck the wires to his skin and placed the helmet over his head, and after fiddling with it for a moment, he found that it was working, and with a whir of the computer he was hooked up to, he was transported to Elliot’s new reality, where Parrish had crafted all sorts of structures to make Elliot feel as comfortable as possible, such as a near perfect replica of the house they shared together in the real world, or the pretty cherry and apple trees they’d just recently planted in their yard, except these were full grown and already bearing plump fruit on their branches.

Parrish was trying not to tear up, about to lose himself before he’d properly seen Elliot again. It had been so long, feeling like a lifetime without him, and now with the opportunity presented to actually hold him in his arms, stroke his hair and speak to him face to face, Parrish found he was practically running to Elliot’s door, sure this would surprise and shock him, and feeling so giddy he could laugh, and cry at the same time. “El!” He threw open the front door of their virtual home, calling his love’s name perhaps a bit excessively loud, but he was too excited to worry about volume control. When he caught sight of his husband, all he could do besides have the tears run freely down his cheeks was open his arms to him for an embrace, choking out, “Angel... I missed you.”

@tyver

#tyver #WHAT AN #EMOTIONAL MOMENT #HHHH