I'm in the autumn of my years

[panspermia]

Who: Greg Universe and any Rescuers
What: who's this asshole
When: June 18
Where: The Rescuers' ship
Warnings: trauma and PTSD

If Greg has a reaction to entering a massive alien guitar spaceship, he keeps it to himself. Between the drama of the ritual, the return of his maimed soul, and his haphazard rescue, he simply has too much to process first before he can take in the rest of the rescuer operation. As a result, first thing he does is find a small, empty room--a bathroom--and ask to be left alone for a while.

An hour or so later, a very different man emerges again.

It hadn't been his first intention in locking himself in that room, but the longer he'd been in there, the more necessary it had felt. Greg hasn't felt like himself in a very long time. The worst of it was the result of Blanche's meddling with his soul, yes, but it extended before that point as well. The face of his youth, the one Blanche used and tried to make into a different person altogether... Greg couldn't keep looking at that face anymore. It hurt too much, made him too sick. Adding a few years on to his appearance and a beard isn't going to fix it, either; he's not the same person he used to be, either. (After all, he did keep the hair.) But this is better, closer than before. Whoever he is now, this is about as close as he's willing to get.

Greg Universe emerges into the ship, avoiding eye contact, and finally begins to take things in.

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[nibelungvalesti]

"It will take a while to feel clean. I know you understand." She returned the squeeze gently, leaning into him a little more. "Although I do think I probably should bathe, after getting in a fight... that might help more than I expect."

[panspermia]

"Yeah..." His thoughts slip back to the memory of the fight. He'd only caught glimpses of her in action through the chaos, but what he'd seen had been... it left an impression.

He shakes the image away, and starts shuffling down the hall, hand still in hers. "Wwwell, let's hope this is the kind of space ship that bothers with showers."

[nibelungvalesti]

"I will be extremely disappointed if it is some weird chemical chamber," she said, her hand small and strong in his. As serious as she was about that statement, just being with Greg again, being sane and able to appreciate him again, brought a lightness to her heart. "How strange is it for us to be on a ship like this, after all our music?"

[panspermia]

"Like it jumped right off the music pages, huh?" It's an idle comment, lacking his usual awe. "Though, I guess that sort of thing's been happening a lot lately." Reality and fantasy have blurred ever since he learned his magic. Even with his soul returned, nothing has felt truly real. It's her hand, and her warmth, that keeps him grounded.

[nibelungvalesti]

"Do you.... remember your history, now?" Hints, he had in spades, she knew -- how else could he have come to accept Steven, as confusing as that circumstance was? But she wanted to hear his whole story, if he could tell it. Especially as it related to their music. And especially as it related to the woman who came before.

[panspermia]

"Most of it, I think." Greg looks to her a moment, uncertain, but a glance lets him know how it's all right. She wants to hear. He chews his lip, briefly, and then nods.

"It's still kinda hazy, the further back I go. I think it's because a lot of it is the same as the fake stuff they made up for me. I was touring as a one-man band, I don't think I'd seen my family in..." He shakes it off. Dwelling on that part of it too long makes it harder to tell what's real and what isn't. That's not what Meril wants to hear about.

"But, then Rose showed up at my concert. She was the only one there, but... I guess... she was the only audience I needed." His pace slows, and he holds Meril's hand tight. This is strange to talk about with her, for a lot of reasons, but she ought to know. "I pretty much gave up music after that. Professionally, anyway. Me and Rose were always together after that point, up until Steven was born."

[nibelungvalesti]

"Your dream girl," she said, remembering the images he'd drawn and the songs he'd written around them months ago. A lifetime ago, when everything had made sense and they could have foreseen none of this. Not the lies and the disaster... but not the good things either, she mentally added with a little squeeze of his hand. No jealousy here, not when everything that had been through made that so irrational as to be impossible. "It is very hard to imagine you giving up music though."

[panspermia]

"Yeah." His smile is distant, wistful. It's so strange that he could have ever forgotten her, and what she meant to him. What she meant to everyone.

Her second comment reminds him of the present, however, and the grin turns wry. "Ahh, well, not completely. Always had my guitar on hand, taught a few lessons to local kids, you know. Just got downgraded from a job to a hobby." He chews his cheek. "Seems now like that was the right way to go."

[nibelungvalesti]

"Set aside everything that happened and you were a magnificent performer, Greg. By your very nature." His skill had appealed, she admitted that, but far less so than his sincerity, his love of the music, his accord with the fans. All of that came from within; it had not been constructed for him.

"I would like to hear about her, if you are willing to tell me. I know it might be hard. But you at least should not worry about me; I am not jealous." She lifted her free hand to sanctify the statement as a vow. How could she be?

[panspermia]

"Yeah...? I guess it's... good to know." Greg stands by his decision--he would never have come back to this world short of brainwashing and slavery. It's still sort of nice to know that he was capable of success.

Greg smiles at Meril, soft and tired, and hesitates for a moment longer--simply because it's so hard to know where to begin.

"Rose... she was... she was so kind, and curious. She'd been living with humans for thousands of years, but she was always eager to learn more." He closes his eyes. "She found beauty in the smallest things. After crossing galaxies and fighting in wars... she had so much love for life, and everything alive."

[nibelungvalesti]

"I do not know if I ever would have understood that, before all this. I think, now, I know exactly how she felt."

Her bindings had shattered, her memories had returned -- and in this case, she did not mean the ones that coming here had suppressed. No longer a mere tool, her empathy and compassion had returned. Odin would be... displeased.

"I am beginning to suspect you have a type, Greg."

[panspermia]

He smiles, and wipes at an eye. "You might be right. I can't say no to a woman who fights so hard to protect what she loves."

Greg turns to her, brow faintly furrowed. "When we first got together... I barely remembered anything about her. I thought the two of you couldn't be less alike." Neither of them knew of Meril's origins by that point, but there was far more to it than that.

[nibelungvalesti]

"At that time you were right. If not for everything that had happened..." Her free hand went to her chest, pressing over her heart. It hurt, at the thought. "I am, after all, a goddess who governs fate and death. Empathy is... not a trait I am supposed to have. Even before I came here, I did not remember my past, the time I spent in a mortal shell while waiting to be called to serve."

[panspermia]

His free hand brushes back some of her silvery hair, studying her face. "Criminy. And here I am, thinking how much I've changed from before all this started." He can't hold a candle to how she must be feeling. "They took so much away from us, but... you got something pretty incredible back."

[nibelungvalesti]

"We gained a great deal." She wanted him to understand, wanted to soothe the pain and frustration she still saw in him. "It may have been for the wrong reasons, a trick -- but at the beginning, while you were up there on stage and giving your all to the music and the fans, you were happy. That was genuine, your love and delight for the music. That is something you would not have had, otherwise."

[panspermia]

Greg starts, as though struck. "I..." He has to take a moment to think that over. "Yeesh. I thought I was just being selfish. All that happiness kept me from seeing what was happening." But he smiles, weakly. "But... boy. It was really something incredible, living that dream."

[nibelungvalesti]

"Selfish?!" The very thought made her visibly start in surprise. "Greg Universe! No one would call you selfish. If anything, your own good nature makes it harder for you to see deceit and treachery in others. And besides, we were influenced." She brushes aside that thought with a gentle brush of her hand over his bicep. "I myself threatened to kill one of the people who ended up saving me, if you wish to hear a tale of true folly."

[panspermia]

"This is before the whole... last bit, right? Because you already said that doesn't count." Even without that influence, her confession doesn't actually surprise him, to be perfectly honest. "Those girls... boy. They aren't valkyries too, are they?" They sure looked like something close to it, in battle.

[nibelungvalesti]

"They are surely not Valkyries as I am." Though the idea hadn't occurred to her. Could they be another world's equivalent to her? "I... am not certain they are not goddesses, though. The power they contain would hint as such."

[panspermia]

"Wow..." No matter how many times she says it, her being a straight up goddess never stops being completely cool. "Boy. With all of you on the same side, who knows what kind of stuff you can do."

[nibelungvalesti]

"Whatever we could do... it has not, thus far, been enough. All the gods of Asgard could neither prevent me from being taken, nor rescue me while I was here. And my own strength..." She lifted one arm, crossing it over her body to grip her opposite elbow. "This is a living body, not one manifested by divine energy."

[panspermia]

For a moment, Greg's simply bewildered. He rests one hand on the shoulder of her living body. "This living body of yours just fought off three goddesses by itself. All I did was throw a light show and a tantrum, but you took them on." He can't overstate how super cool that is.

"Blanche has gotten this far by pulling people away from their strengths back home, where your old friends can't help." Whether or not those from home actually qualify as friends or not is not the point. "He's not used to fighting people together. He's never seen you as a team."

[nibelungvalesti]

"They were holding back." She felt duty-bound to point that out, though she couldn't help but lean her head against him with a smile. "I am only trying to be realistic. We need that. But we need your optimism, hope, and confidence as well. Also, I think you did a bit more than just a light show and a tantrum..."

[panspermia]

"And that'll only make it better when you're all going against someone for real." He will not be swayed from his praise.

He squeezes her shoulder, then wraps the arm around again to squeeze the rest of her. "Sure, I set up a lure to trap all our friends in. Optimism and hope are skills I think we need more, at this point."

[nibelungvalesti]

"We need everything we can get," she said, a faint sigh escaping that mixed the pleasure of his squeeze with her concern for everything that had happened, and would soon happen. "But if you are there with me, with us, I could ask for no more hope than that."