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flatteries) wrote2020-08-30 08:58 pm
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Roland's eyes widen. His hands twitch in Inigo's grasp, and Roland could have sworn he saw Inigo's entire figure suddenly warp, as if the lines that make up his shape glow with a gentle light. Is it magic? Is Jumblie suddenly awake? No, no it's neither of those things. Roland realizes it's just Inigo; and this is just what it feels like to be at the center of such a fervent love. That even when all Roland can think about is getting him as fast as possible out of the library and right smack into where Olivia might be on the train, Inigo still seeks him out. Still thinks of him. It's overwhelming. It could stun him to silence, but the Brand remains on that eye and it reminds him there's no time to waste, regardless of the paternal sentiment.
His expression softens. Roland nods. ]
I do. I know.
[ The higgledy of determination that represents the very best of him stirs deep in his soul. He moves and writhes, filling Roland's heart with a desire to meet Inigo in the middle. He won't lie to himself more than he has to; the thought did occur to him. But he refuses it. The more the idea plants itself in his mind, the more Roland resists, remembering not just the promise he made to Inigo on top of that volcano, but all the promises that followed thereafter. The worlds they had to save, and the future he wants Inigo to fight for. With the people he loves. With Roland, too, if he could be granted such a fate. To live with him, by his side... So to hear this from Inigo, reassuring him of the same thing, it strengthens his resolve even more. He removes his hands from Inigo's grip, only to pull the boy in for an embrace so tight; firm as his words are honest and true. ]
And if things did change, I...I don't think I would have accepted that anyway. I'll fight for a place in your life, regardless of what it might be. I promised you something a long time ago and I intend to keep it no matter what. I'm sorry to be so stubborn.
[ Roland laughs, gently caressing the back of his head. He's not sorry at all. After a few more seconds, he calmly lets go and nods to Inigo again, smirking. Hands firm on his shoulders, ready to push him out of the door. ]
Come on, son. You've got more important things to take care of right now. I'll see you later. Tell me all about your meeting. Okay? Go, she's waiting!
[ He uses the term deliberately - son - because that's who Inigo will always be. Be it in the Void space, on Earth, and any worlds in between...Roland is a decisive man. If he deems him family, then family he shall be, now and forevermore. ]
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It leaves the boy staring at him for a moment more, even after Roland lets go of him in the hug, instead putting those hands on his shoulders. There's something hesitant about it, like even now, Inigo is still having trouble actually ripping himself away from the other for a moment to go seek out his mother. Not that he doesn't want to see her, but -- it's just hard when your heart wishes to be everywhere at once, be with everyone all at once. ]
.. okay. [ Inigo finally says, slowly, convincing himself that it's fine, he can just talk more with Roland later. That right now, he mostly just really needs to make sure his mother is doing alright in a place as overwhelming as this.
(And maybe he needs to see her too, after the years and years and years he spent longing for nothing more than for his mother to come back and tell him everything would be okay.)
But as he takes a step backwards, starts walking, Inigo does stop for another moment.
He looks back at Roland, like there's a million things he wants to say.
But only one comes out. ]
I.. I love you, father.
[ He doesn't linger after saying it. Instead Inigo quickly lets his feet speed up to a jog, quickly starting to move through the train to find the familiar head of pink hair. ]
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[ Inigo is long gone when Roland utters such words to himself, in the bustle of the library, passengers seated and minding their own business. Tucked away by the corner, Roland is able to compose himself fully, but there's a spirit that lingers, different from the charged energy he lends Inigo before sending him off. Suddenly, the smile on his lips drops, and his brows meet in the middle. Without another word out of him, Roland walks over to the ICP assigned to the library car and inserts his ticket in.
He doesn't miss a beat. The screen flashes to life, and his fingers know where to scroll, what to press. For once, Roland rushes to type before the sentiment leaves him completely. It had to be done. He had to make sure.
As soon as the message disappears into the void of the feedback terminal, he closes his eyes for another deep breath before removing his ticket from its slot, tucking it back into his pockets, and walking out of the Library. ]