[ even now, day hesitates a bit when he reaches out but it's now for a completely different reason.
between the wild rollercoaster of knowledge and feelings that he's been experiencing ever since he learned the truth, day finds himself... scared to see this memory? that's the best way to describe the way he frowns for a bit, the way his winglets flick down as if to protect themselves but he doesn't understand why. he knows mr. hughes is a good man. he knows mr. hughes' words can be trusted. he knows there's no reason to feel a sudden bout of doubt and trepidation over the memory of a birthday.
he tells himself that as he reaches out with conviction now. daylight touches the opal-
today just happens to be my darling little elysia’s birthday~”
yeah! my birthday!
-and he later comes out of the experience gasping. the flood of emotions - both his own and from the memory - rush through him and do so with an intensity that leaves him reeling. it's almost(!) causes him to drop the opal in the process but he still has enough sense in him to hold it tight in his servo, close to his chassis.
because day knows something precious when he comes across it. day lets out a half-sob, half-laugh, using his free servo to absentmindedly rub at his optics though he had no ability to shed tears. it just... felt good to do, in between letting out great heaves and chokes and bouts of laughter. ]
You- You loved her a lot. [ day manages to get that out at last, finally able to look at mr. hughes properly after managing to pull himself together. just enough that he can smile at the man, beaming in both joy and sadness. ] Your wife and you Elysia... You loved them so much. I can... I can tell they really, really, really loved you too.
That was one of the... That was a really good memory.
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between the wild rollercoaster of knowledge and feelings that he's been experiencing ever since he learned the truth, day finds himself... scared to see this memory? that's the best way to describe the way he frowns for a bit, the way his winglets flick down as if to protect themselves but he doesn't understand why. he knows mr. hughes is a good man. he knows mr. hughes' words can be trusted. he knows there's no reason to feel a sudden bout of doubt and trepidation over the memory of a birthday.
he tells himself that as he reaches out with conviction now. daylight touches the opal-
today just happens to be my darling little elysia’s birthday~”
yeah! my birthday!
-and he later comes out of the experience gasping. the flood of emotions - both his own and from the memory - rush through him and do so with an intensity that leaves him reeling. it's almost(!) causes him to drop the opal in the process but he still has enough sense in him to hold it tight in his servo, close to his chassis.
because day knows something precious when he comes across it. day lets out a half-sob, half-laugh, using his free servo to absentmindedly rub at his optics though he had no ability to shed tears. it just... felt good to do, in between letting out great heaves and chokes and bouts of laughter. ]
You- You loved her a lot. [ day manages to get that out at last, finally able to look at mr. hughes properly after managing to pull himself together. just enough that he can smile at the man, beaming in both joy and sadness. ] Your wife and you Elysia... You loved them so much. I can... I can tell they really, really, really loved you too.
That was one of the... That was a really good memory.