week 2

[stagemanagers]

WEEK 2
[It's been...

One week since you woke up here
Met your house manager and said "We’re angry"
Five days since he laughed at you saying
"Write me some letters and you’ll never see me"
Three days since the mirror room
You realized there’s more the Opera House wouldn't tell you
Yesterday you'd bonded more
But it'll still be two days till you get your motive


Welcome to week 2, performers.]

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[ooc: happy week 2, everyone! Don't forget to submit your AC and your regains! Regain rolls are done Sunday and Tuesday nights.]

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[37773972]

[Another choked laugh. He should be surprised Ariel knows the song, but that's just the way of things here, isn't it. And it is somehow comforting, because there's more than just the words- it's an offer to stay, to help.

He wonders if he would have spiraled down as hard as he did if he knew someone like Ariel where he came from. That unconditional support that marriage was supposed to offer- and instead, swept away from. His expression twists in to a grimace, half-hidden behind his hand, and his cracked voice continues as tears stream down his face;]

I promise you I will learn from all my mistakes.

[After a moment, he reaches up with his other hand hand in a wordless request.]

[revelfree]

[Right here, right now, Ariel feels useless with his words. Song helps, but that feels more like whatever charm afflicts this place than actually trying to help. But when Stephen reaches out -- it's a solid clue as to what he's supposed to do. Spoken or not, it's a question, and if nothing else, Ariel has always been good with answers.

He wraps his fingers tightly around Stephen's, first with one hand, and then clasping in place with the other. He squeezes them tight, hoping that it somehow conveys some sort of emotion or response that he otherwise can't come up with.

He doesn't say anything. He doesn't sing anything. He's content just to hold his hand and hope for the best]

[37773972]

[It's enough. It isn't, but it is. If nothing else, it says he is not alone, and maybe-

Maybe that's what he needs right now. And wants. As he squeezes Ariel's hand while trying to get himself back under control, he allows himself to think, briefly, if Maddie had been pictured in the photo. If he'd have been willing to do something drastic for a shot at saving his marriage, at trying again for a chance of happiness.

And then his mind wanders another path, briefly - however briefly - imagining if maybe he wouldn't have had a shot with Elizabeth at all, and if he'd have found someone else. Someone like Ariel. To deal with that kind of obsession, instead of what had happened.

Stephen swallows around the lump in his throat, and pulls on Ariel's hands a bit; if there's no resistance, he'll allow himself to do something perhaps foolish.

To bring them to his mouth and let it press against his lips - however lightly - before easing his grip.]

...Thank you.

[revelfree]

[It's a tender gesture, one that Ariel doesn't expect. A small thrill shoots through him, something that feels wholly out of place considering Stephen's current, desperate state. He has to bite it down, gritting his teeth inwardly even as some carnal part wants to give in to that sensation.]

We are friends, are we not? [He catches Stephen's hand in one last squeeze before letting go entirely.] It's what they're meant to do.

[With that, he turns to face Stephen in full, pushing up onto his knees so that his abdomen is pressed against the bed. It's easier to move like this, easier to lean over and clasp a hand against Stephen's shoulder.]

[37773972]

[It's getting to the point where Stephen can lower his other hand. To grab at his shirt - some sort of costume, it looks like it might fit in Angus's or Sigyn's time with the cut - and wipe his hand on it before shifting to pull it up to wipe his face properly]

Yeah. It's just...hard to remember that, sometimes.

[Friends. Were he and Elizabeth friends, or just in love? If they had something built on a stronger friendship, would it have lasted?

Or would he have been too afraid to risk a friendship, to push for something more?

His head feels like a mess right now. A slight headache, probably from the crying, which- isn't really surprising, honestly. It's been a while since he's broken down, and he doesn't think he's told anyone about Maddie - not anyone who didn't already know, anyway. No therapist, no doctor. Certainly no friend, not after he'd more or less had his own crash.

But Ariel...

Ariel is something else. Not only a friend, but a like mind. A true peer. Lowering the shirt, he looks down at Ariel's hand on his shoulder, then his arm, and reaches up to touch his wrist.

And despite how bad an idea some part of him says this is, he finds himself leaning forwards in what feels like a horrifically awkward - but somehow natural - way, tilting his head just- slightly-]

[revelfree]

[At first, he thinks nothing of the movement. Stephen's readjusting, reorienting himself. But as he rises, draws closer with that just-so angle, he knows exactly where it's heading.

He could let it happen. He could give into sin, to lust. It wouldn't be the first time, his mind has wandered so desperately over the last few years, dreaming up women to sate his starved mind. Between that and the time he's managed to bide since arriving in this hell, he's earned it.

But to ride the coattails of confessed trauma, to accept a gesture in the wake of an estranged wife and a dead daughter -- it taints whatever images Ariel conjures up. Whatever kiss they managed wouldn't be nearly as sweet as what he wishes.

It will be that much better, that much more satisfying, if he waits.

Before Stephen can reach him, Ariel places a hand on his cheek. It's a gentle touch, but still just firm enough to keep him in place if need be. He uses this touch to redirect him, pressing a kiss to his forehead instead.]

Not tonight, my friend. Not like this.

[37773972]

[He freezes at the touch, not needing more than a brush to abort the motion. And there's absolutely no resistance as Ariel moves, just color rising to his cheeks as he thinks about how stupid that was, how stupid he is-]

I- sorry. I wasn't thinking. Of course not.

[Ariel has Helena - or at least her memory. He shouldn't have even tried it. He'd just thought- for a moment-

I will stay and never leave.

The memory makes his throat close again, and he ducks his head in embarrassment]

...it's enough you're here.

[revelfree]

Don't apologize, my Apollo. [He offers another kiss to Stephen's forehead before pulling back. He almost feels guilty when he does.]

I am not saying no. Simply. Late. When we're both in our right minds.

[37773972]

[That...is bittersweet. The nickname hurts, but- at least it's not a false smile Stephen manages, however weak it is, as his eyes flicker back up]

I get it. It's fine.

[They can talk about it later - or never. Either way.]

I shouldn't have dumped all of that on you and then tried something.

[revelfree]

Stephen. Enough.

[He sits back, only far enough to be comfortable. His hands find their way to Stephen's once again, palms up in offering, but not quite assuming.]

I am not upset. I just... don't want to take advantage of your trust.

[37773972]

[Time to shut up? Time to shut up. He nods mutely, trying to impress that he does get it. Really. Honest.

The fact that it still hurts doesn't mean anything.

Stephen...takes those hands, just letting his rest in them for a moment before shifting to swing his legs off the bed - taking care not to hit Ariel, of course - and start to get to his feet]

[revelfree]

Stephen? [He starts to rise as well, one hand dropping from Stephen's grasp to rest upon the small of his back. He's not convinced that his companion won't outright collapse on him.]

Where are you off to?

[37773972]

[He's all right!!!!! He'll be fine! He's- going to put a hand on Ariel's shoulder to steady himself]

...figured I'd take a shower. Try and clean up.

[revelfree]

Of course. [He lifts a hand and covers up Stephen's one last time. He seems almost hesitant to let go.]

If you need anything, you can find me in my room.