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[crystallinelore]

INEVITABLE SPOILERS WITHIN, LOOK UPON AT YOUR OWN RISK

in any case we can do like, game aus, or "exarch summoned your character from another fuckin dimension", or THERE'S A WEIRD TOWER MADE OF CRYSTAL HERE NOW, WTF, or maybe it's been there as long as anyone can remember, or,

look feel free to comment with a pitch or make me pick or just make a starter, we can do whatever

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[awakenerd]

So it's not your face but who you are. Are you some kind of famous criminal?

[crystallinelore]

Infamous as can be.

[dryly]

[awakenerd]

Not that then. Ohh, maybe a secret royal?

[crystallinelore]

[he just

keeps walking

like if he keeps moving he clearly hasn't stalled the fuck out internally?]

[awakenerd]

Huh. So you are?

But would anyone care?

[crystallinelore]

No.

All the same, I have my reasons.

[awakenerd]

Hm... could it be.... you're shy?

[crystallinelore]

[WHY are you LIKE THIS?!

picks up pace 8|;;]

[awakenerd]

[Look deep into your heart and you'll know why.

G'raha laughs and skips to catch up, clasping his hands behind his back and leaning forward to glance in that hood again.]

Old man~ your highness~ don't be shy! I don't bite. I'm sure you look fine.

[crystallinelore]

You absolutely bite. Don't call me that.

[his eyes are very, very red. that's the glimpse g'raha is catching this time, before the exarch grabs him by the collar and just. yanks him to g'raha's room.]

[awakenerd]

[Okay. That checks out. They'd have to be that red wouldn't they?

He yelps a little as he's yanked along though, flailing. Can't even protest being called out.]

[crystallinelore]

[lets him go once they're at his door.]

[awakenerd]

[He huffs and dusts himself off. Pouting at the man handling.]

[crystallinelore]

If you invite me in, I will show you.

[awakenerd]

[He doesn't need to be told twice, he's burning with curiosity, pushing the door open.]

Well, come in!

[crystallinelore]

[cool

he's getting walled against his own door the second it closes.]

[awakenerd]

[Uh, not actually what he was expecting but let's see how this plays out.]

I guess you aren't that shy.

[crystallinelore]

[from this angle he can mostly see those burning red eyes, the white tips of his hair again.]

I said I can give as good as I get, yes? So go ahead. Look to your heart's content.

[awakenerd]

[Hm. This is, uh.

He really shouldn't be excited because there's more important things to focus on. But he's definitely a little excited.

He's also reaching up to tug that hood off because he feels like he really knows this face.]

[crystallinelore]

[yeah. he knows the face.

the exarch just waits, quietly, watching him.]

[awakenerd]

[...

What the fuck?

His first thought is... cloning? But he's not strong enough himself in the bloodline to produce a clone with those eyes and also the Exarch is way older anyway. And he knows he's not a clone himself so again, What. The. Fuck???

....


Time travel has not occurred to him but obviously something is entirely insane here.]

What ...?

[He places his fingers on G'raha's cheek.]

[crystallinelore]

[he flinches from the touch, at first, then just... sighs and relaxes into it.]

...'Tis more cathartic than I had hoped, at least so far.

[awakenerd]

[His eyes are wide but getting more focused. His other hand lifts so now he's poking both the Exarch's cheeks. Gently.]

Explain.

[crystallinelore]

My name is G'raha Tia, and I am from... well, your future. Over a hundred years, one way or another, but the specifics depend on how long you have been sleeping.

[awakenerd]

...I have no idea how long.

[He did wake up here after falling asleep so. Well. He trails his fingers over the seam of crystal on the older man's cheek. Now leaning into the Exarch's space, fascinated.]

So how did you end up here a hundred years ago?