[he'd look away, but he has little doubt they wouldn't really be allowed to ignore it so easily, so-- he watches, taking that in silently. listening to that narration, at the end.
ryn stays silent a few more moments before he glances over to kuranosuke.]
...you know, suppose I could see that. The princess part.
Yeah, Tsukimi told my bro she wanted to go see an aquarium, but it was late, and then Hanamori said he knew a place, and I was curious, and Tsukimi said it'd be reassuring if I tagged along, so all four of us went. I think my bro was trying to get us to leave though.
Considering what he said about the place, I'm-- not really surprised.
[didn't seem like the Best choice, even if it looked like somewhere he'd have liked to see.
but he is not immune to memoryshare, the screen coming back to life; he has just enough time to mutter 'oh, no,' before it starts playing.
this version of ryn is less blue, less tentacle-haired, no echo in his voice; he's pale instead, his hair blond, eyes a bright, glowing shade of green. except for the glowiness, he looks-- pretty normal here, actually, seated in a room with a few other people, all of them with a small stack of books.
'lyri, i think it was your turn-?' he says to a human woman, and she perks up as she picks a book from her pile and holds it up. a goblin man on the couch grumbles, 'oh, of course you want us to read another romance,' but rynlan's barely listening. oh, nether take me, not one of mine.
he's never been so relieved in his life that he writes under a pen name, doing his best not to react at all as she speaks. 'i know what you think of romances, okay, it's different!' she protests, shooting a look in the goblin's direction. 'it's not one of sunspear's usual-- well, okay, yes it's kind of the usual in the bodice-ripping category, but the relationships in this one! they write the lead like they want to date him, i swear. i think i'm a little in love with this guy.'
that's the point of a romance lead, lyri, he thinks with an internal sigh as he nods along, but-- she's not wrong either. i think he'd be happy to hear it, though, if he'd gotten to read it.
it shifts to something more like a flashback. an even younger ryn, hair in a waist-length braid, coming home to find a taller, broader elf leaning over the desk where he was working earlier, flipping curiously through an open notebook.
'aren!' he squawks, dropping everything and rushing over. 'aren sunseeker you shut that thing now, right this second--'
'you didn't tell me you wrote like this,' aren says distractedly, still reading. he sounds fascinated. 'have you finished any? you should get them published.'
'i'm going to write another one with you in it, and i'm going to kill your character off.' that seems to make aren stop and think, though, before he blinks and looks over. 'wait. have you written me in one of these before?'
fuck. fuck fuck fuck.
'no,' he lies, arms folded.
'light preserve me. you have!' 'absolutely not'. 'did i get-' 'never again, if you don't shut up.'
he just laughs and scoops rynlan up, ignoring it as ryn sulkily tweaks one of his long ears. 'you should have just told me you wanted to be swept off your feet more,' he teases. 'write that into one, i always kind of wanted to be a romance novel knight.'
...and in the present, rynlan is just looking away, face flushed purple.]
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[is it morning? whatever. he has a drink in hand, who knows what time it is right now.]
Looks like we've finally got better material to work with.
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[a beat.]
I don't actually know how to make anything, though. I was our producer and our model for the fashion brand, not the tailor.
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[haha. hahahaha. laughs in cosplay. anyway.]
I learned to mend, at least, surely it's not all that different.
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[but before they do anything else -
into the memory hole they go! kuranosuke lands on the ground with an undignified squawk and looks around, his eyes landing on the screen.]
Ah, this again...
[a memory plays out on the screen, the thoughts at the end narrated by tsukimi for the both of them to hear.]
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[he'd look away, but he has little doubt they wouldn't really be allowed to ignore it so easily, so-- he watches, taking that in silently. listening to that narration, at the end.
ryn stays silent a few more moments before he glances over to kuranosuke.]
...you know, suppose I could see that. The princess part.
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Right? I make a totally pretty princess.
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[objectively, it just does, rynlan has eyes.]
Is she a friend of yours?
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[she's just got that vibe.]
I'm assuming that's what the meeting was about?
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Uh, no. It just turned out that way. [...] I think that was supposed to be a date, actually?
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[didn't seem like the Best choice, even if it looked like somewhere he'd have liked to see.
but he is not immune to memoryshare, the screen coming back to life; he has just enough time to mutter 'oh, no,' before it starts playing.
this version of ryn is less blue, less tentacle-haired, no echo in his voice; he's pale instead, his hair blond, eyes a bright, glowing shade of green. except for the glowiness, he looks-- pretty normal here, actually, seated in a room with a few other people, all of them with a small stack of books.
'lyri, i think it was your turn-?' he says to a human woman, and she perks up as she picks a book from her pile and holds it up. a goblin man on the couch grumbles, 'oh, of course you want us to read another romance,' but rynlan's barely listening. oh, nether take me, not one of mine.
he's never been so relieved in his life that he writes under a pen name, doing his best not to react at all as she speaks. 'i know what you think of romances, okay, it's different!' she protests, shooting a look in the goblin's direction. 'it's not one of sunspear's usual-- well, okay, yes it's kind of the usual in the bodice-ripping category, but the relationships in this one! they write the lead like they want to date him, i swear. i think i'm a little in love with this guy.'
that's the point of a romance lead, lyri, he thinks with an internal sigh as he nods along, but-- she's not wrong either. i think he'd be happy to hear it, though, if he'd gotten to read it.
it shifts to something more like a flashback. an even younger ryn, hair in a waist-length braid, coming home to find a taller, broader elf leaning over the desk where he was working earlier, flipping curiously through an open notebook.
'aren!' he squawks, dropping everything and rushing over. 'aren sunseeker you shut that thing now, right this second--'
'you didn't tell me you wrote like this,' aren says distractedly, still reading. he sounds fascinated. 'have you finished any? you should get them published.'
'i'm going to write another one with you in it, and i'm going to kill your character off.' that seems to make aren stop and think, though, before he blinks and looks over. 'wait. have you written me in one of these before?'
fuck. fuck fuck fuck.
'no,' he lies, arms folded.
'light preserve me. you have!' 'absolutely not'. 'did i get-' 'never again, if you don't shut up.'
he just laughs and scoops rynlan up, ignoring it as ryn sulkily tweaks one of his long ears. 'you should have just told me you wanted to be swept off your feet more,' he teases. 'write that into one, i always kind of wanted to be a romance novel knight.'
...and in the present, rynlan is just looking away, face flushed purple.]
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So, you write hit novels, huh? That's a good thing! Good for you!
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[it's flattering but he is definitely still embarrassed.]
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[that one's going to need an explanation.]
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[considering, though-]
Maybe we should start experimenting with that at home.
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