Eventual watery "grave" and museboxes

[whoswayedanangel]

Dear Mun,

Now, now! I see you putting ideas in their heads--or trying, anyway. Don't get ahead of yourself, as much as you want that to be resolved. I'd like it, too, but we can't do anything about it right now. We just... have to hope that they both grow up and act like men their ages. What do you mean "or not"? You and your love of the dramatic. That doesn't work very well in life!

Also, I'm not sure that laughing is the right response to that kind of thing, as funny an image as it is.

-Anna Irving

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[redcladidealist]

Are you sure your mun doesn't have the right idea? Dwarven vow number four: Don't depend on others. Walk on your own two legs. If there's one thing I've learned, it's that you can't just sit back and wait for things to work out. If you want something fixed, you need to go out and do something yourself.

[whoswayedanangel]

But in a way, that's depending on me to solve a problem that I'm not involved with right now. I can only do so much from here, but... if you're not done sorting these things out by the time I get there, I am putting you and your father both in the corners.

[redcladidealist]

Huh? What? Wait, since when was this about me?

[Anna, meet your clueless derp of a son.]

I wasn't asking you to fix anything I was in.

[whoswayedanangel]

I know you weren't; that's just the topic of the moment. It's why I said it would be a matter of waiting. It would be better for both of you to sort it out between you, after all.

[But the derp is very endearing. Come into momma's arms. Just be prepared for squish!hugs.]

And it's about you because your father is not very good at explaining things when he wants to be evasive at the same time, which is apparently causing problems for both of you.

[redcladidealist]

H-hey, we're dealing with it!

[Sort of. Badly. That's not the point!]

Though I guess I can't argue that he's bad at explaining things. But I still don't get what any of this has to do with you. I don't even know you. Why would you have to help us fix anything?

[She seems just vaguely familiar, but one glimpse of Anna's picture in Kratos's locket at a point when he'd been in complete denial is not the same as meeting the woman in real life.]

tmw i need to actually draw icons

[whoswayedanangel]

[She puts a finger to the corner of her lips, tilting her head. Oh! Right, right, not going to remember someone you last saw as a toddler. Shoulders pinch upwards and she rubs the back of her neck, a little sheepish; whoops.]

Ah. Well! It's... Kind of... I just like to help where I can. But there are other reasons, too.

[How does one introduce themselves as someone's mother...?]

yes, yes you do~ [/enablesencouragesenables]

[redcladidealist]

[Don't feel bad, Anna. He didn't remember his daddy either.]

I appreciate that, I guess, but I'm not sure what you could do. It's... Things are complicated.

[Lloyd's own hand finds its way to his neck, and... whoa, suddenly her pose brings on a wave of deja vu. He looks at her again.]

Do I...?

I will... probably start on icons after I get back from donating. |D If I don't just go to sleep.

[whoswayedanangel]

[She leans to a side a little bit, looking off.]

Aah...

[Aaaand back to him, hands folding in front of her lap. Wow, this is actually a little more awkward than she expected! Just imagine what it could be like in a game.]

I wouldn't expect you to remember; you were very young.

Who needs sleep? 8D

[redcladidealist]

[In a game where she doesn't know who he is right off, doesn't know that so much time has passed that her little baby boy grew up? Or what would be her canon point? Either way, yes, so very, very awkward.]

[Lloyd perks up.]

Wait, you knew me when I was young?

Me after donating blood 8D Providing I don't just pass out while I'm there!

[whoswayedanangel]

[Yes, especially with all that. But mother's intuition'll kick in. And a very unfortunate CP because whoops? For now, it's more basically awkward.]

From birth, even.

[It'll be a good example of the family derp, either way.]

Haha, good point. Please don't pass out. ^^;

[redcladidealist]

[Oh. Oh. Poor Anna. Poor Kratos.]

[Stunned surprise flashes onto his face. Surprise followed by a flicker of something dawning on him.]

You knew me... when I was born?

[Give it time, he's getting there.]

So you...?

[So close!]

You knew my mom?

[...

Oh Lloyd. Why couldn't you get some genes besides the derpy ones?]

I don't plan to. |D I just hope I get enough out of what I eat. ;;

[whoswayedanangel]

[Gonna have to teach the boy some more "powers of observation" skills. His eventual answer just prompts her to laugh a little; there's no way not to. She covers her mouth for a second, shaking her head.]

Better than most people.

[Okay, that might be a little teasing. But.]

If only because she's me.

[c:]

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[redcladidealist]

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[redcladidealist]

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[redcladidealist]

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4/4 Done!

[redcladidealist]

Wait, you're... You're kidding, right?

[Laughing and teasing... Yeah, that was it. Though it doesn't explain why she feels vaguely familiar. But his mom's been dead for fourteen years. What would she be doing here?

Funny how easy it is to forget about time not mattering in places like this.]

You had me going there.

Awh, Lloyd. Poor boy.

[whoswayedanangel]

Why would I be kidding?

[Her look of confusion mirrors his earlier, brown eyes wide and brows lifted. Cheeks pink, and she's not sure how to continue for a moment. But she relaxes, as does her expression, and she laughs gently.]

This place isn't exactly confined to logic, Lloyd.

[...That whole "my baby's grown up" thing hasn't quite settled in yet, regardless.]

[redcladidealist]

[He starts a little at hearing his name, because it confirms again that she knows him. He never introduced himself. He peers at her, searching her face. Could she... really be telling the truth? That's crazy, though... isn't it?

Even if she has a point about this place. Unconsciously his hand goes to his neck again.]

I guess... I'm not sure. How come you're sure that I'm your son?

[whoswayedanangel]

[You mean outside the fact that the mun's been doing insane amounts of canon review so a lot of things are just suddenly in her face that she wasn't aware of before? The dead/dying/etc have no fourth wall, sweetheart.

She laughs gently.]

Mother's intuition.

[That's a reasonable excuse, right? It sounds better than "60 hours of gameplay by the mun".]

[redcladidealist]

Mother's... what?

[Lloyd didn't grow up with a mom, and neither did his two best friends. Unfamiliar with the way that moms know everything]

[whoswayedanangel]

[Anna has to cover her mouth to quiet the bubbling laughter. She's sorry, Lloyd, but oh, you are precious. Also the heir of all of the derp.]

The gut feeling a woman gets about her children.

[redcladidealist]

But what if your gut's wrong?

[Not arguing, just... how does that work?]

[whoswayedanangel]

Then... Well! If it's wrong, it's wrong. So you own up to it and move on.

Moms, however, are usually right when it comes to their kids.

[It works in mysterious ways, that's how.]

[redcladidealist]

[A smile tugs at his mouth. Whether or not she's his mom, he likes her. That response feels like something he would say, if he were on the other side of this question.]

Yeah. You're right. I'm still not sure if we're really related, but you know? I don't think I'd mind if we were. I guess there's only one way to find out, though, huh?

[strength_of_tomorrow]

[Dammit Anna!]

I cannot simply force Lloyd to trust me again. It wouldn't be right.

[whoswayedanangel]

[Who's bringing it on themselves, now? >:C]

Trust doesn't come with force, and no one's saying you should force anything. Just be honest. And don't be evasive.

[strength_of_tomorrow]

It is not so simple. Mithos is present, I don't wish to anger him. It would endanger everyone, Lloyd included.

[He might be bringing it on himself, but he can't help it. All of this has been on his mind a lot!]

[whoswayedanangel]

[Mithos does throw a bit of a wrench in things, doesn't he? And she doesn't want their boy put in harm's way...]

I'm sure there's some way to do it without upsetting Mithos. He's from earlier in the timeline, isn't he?

[strength_of_tomorrow]

That is precisely what worries me. The Mithos that is present does not yet know that I have betrayed him. Explaining things properly to Lloyd would involve me revealing that fact. I have convinced him to maintain a tenuous peace for now, but if he had reason to doubt me, I fear that would shatter.

[whoswayedanangel]

Is it possible to keep Mithos from knowing while still telling Lloyd? I don't really advocate lying, but it might... at least do something for now, until a better solution's found.

[strength_of_tomorrow]

I don't know. Lloyd's actions are difficult to predict. I don't want to risk him confronting Mithos with that information...

[He has reasons beyond his guilt for the way he's behaving with Lloyd.]

[whoswayedanangel]

Depends who he takes after more in that kind of situation.

[More of a joke than honest statement. In the meantime, reaches for his hand. She can't really say anything else because it's a delicate enough situation.]

[strength_of_tomorrow]

You, I am afraid. He can't leave things alone.

[Really, he admires that about both of them. But in this case, it might get Lloyd hurt...]

[whoswayedanangel]

Are you calling me nosy?

[Which she is, of course. Bombarding captors with questions and all. Not so good in this situation, it sounds like.]

But... Hm. Could you explain it a little more? Even though it won't really help in-game...

[strength_of_tomorrow]

[Why yes, he IS calling her nosy. He smirks, but it fades quickly.]

Very well. Mithos is currently from a point in time prior to when I made my intentions to aid Lloyd clear. Lloyd is from before that time as well. While it makes the situation with Lloyd... uncomfortable, as things stand, Mithos will still listen to my advice. Even though Lloyd now knows that Mithos is Yggdrasill, there are still things which must remain hidden. Mithos is beginning to question his methods, and I will not risk causing his hatred of humanity to flare up again just so I can justify myself to Lloyd.

[whoswayedanangel]

[She leans on him, pouting slightly in thought.]

And what point do you stand in? But I can see how remaining quiet could be for the best. [She sighs, setting her temple against his shoulder.] Not ideal at all, though. Maybe eventually...