[hoc canon] stars fading but I linger on, dear [for Rachel; Elliot]

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It isn't that it hasn't been difficult. It has been.

It's been incredibly painful, much of the time. It's been entirely difficult to know that they're standing on the other side of a veil, that there will never be exactly the sort of warmth and comfort anymore that a living father or friend could have provided. It's been an ache to be so close and still watch so many people who deserved so much suffer.

Helping Argine pass had been some of the worst of it. The genuine toll it had taken on Eileen and Rachel--the deep heartbreak, no matter that it was the first in a long chain of deaths which they'd actually been able to see coming--had wrenched through Edgar with the same intensity as his own death.

It isn't that, somehow, the loss has been 'worth it.' It's just that, finally, things are starting to come back into a better sort of balance.

There's nothing in the world quite like knowing Andrew and Argine are together the way they ought to be. There's nothing in the world quite like watching the way Elisha keeps his arm around Eileen's shoulders or the painfully paternal wonder in the king's eyes when he watches the girl who is now officially his daughter. There's nothing in the world quite like hearing his little girl laugh again with genuine glee actually lighting up the sound.

There's nothing like seeing Elliot being a father to his children. There's nothing like seeing Rachel actually rest her head on someone else's shoulder again.

He knows he isn't allowed all that much time. He knows that he's giving up the chance to kiss Eileen's forehead on her birthday or murmur soft advice in Elisha's ear when she steps down from being Ace. But he knows, just as much, that it's important tonight to take what time he has to sit carefully down on the edge of this particular bed and smooth back the hair of this particular sleeper as he settles into the realm of dreams properly.

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It doesn't happen for him as often as it does for Rachel or Eileen. He's hardly surprised. Much though they'd reached a certain level of friendship before Edgar had passed, he doubted that it was a level that warranted frequent otherworldly visits. Besides, being based at the Outposts had him farther away from the grave, which he was certain had some kind of impact.

No matter the reasoning, it seems that either the fact he was now spending a considerable amount of time in the Deck proper or the fact he spent so much time at the side of the woman sleeping next to him now meant that a more proper visit was due.

He'll hardly complain, when he shuts his eyes to sleep and open them to see his old friend standing nearby. He's gotten a lot better at smiling, since he more properly took on the role of father. It shows itself now, a little sharp and with the slightest hint of an ache to it.

"'m dreaming, aren't I?"

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It had always been a lighter touch with Elliot. The other man didn't need to be held, didn't need to be murmured to; didn't need the press of a kiss to his cheek every now and then. There was just something to be said for resting, now and then, on solitary nights at the Outposts--little bits of moments shared across the distance to hopefully help his old friend feel a little less alone.

Tonight is different. Tonight he needs to be almost-real, sitting down heavily on the edge of the bed with a crooked grin of his own.

"Just a little." Which, really, is the genuine truth of the matter, if also a comfortable way to crack gently at those last bits of tension. "You'd've heard me coming a mile away if you were awake, right?"

...definitely the wrong account

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It's a good way to ease into things. It's the way they worked, after all, near the end of their time in the living world together.

"'Course I would've," he teases gently, "You never did subtle well."

so close and yet.

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"Nah."

And that had been fine. That had been what was needed. That had made him a good king and a good friend--if not, years ago, the best at making decisions.

It didn't matter, now. What matters now is the unbridled joy that's filling the entire room knowing exactly where these two important people have gotten.

He had always been a touchy-feely person. Reaching out to brush his fingers against the other man's cheek is entirely fond.

"Tried t' get fireworks for tonight, but it didn't pan out. Have t' just go with 'congratulations,' I guess."

probably only ever in susan-is-ophelia!verse

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"Disappointing," he says, but the word doesn't have as much truth behind when he can't help smiling like this. Being able to feel his old friend's fingers against his cheek is such a welcome experience, after all.

"Guess it's nice that you stopped by at all."

There's more truth to that. There's a look in his eyes that makes it clear he's grateful.

Because Edgar visiting means he still cares. Because Edgar visiting means he must be okay with what's come to pass.

It's incredibly important, that that's the case.

...I haven't cried about that 'verse in a while, thank you ; ;

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It's that same happiness he'd seen in Rachel. There's more wonder in it, perhaps, and a hair more restraint, but it's there. It's in there somewhere deep and wonderful.

That's why it's important to be here. That's why it's important to take this time, to settle down as close as he can to the living, and to make sure no shadows that don't need to be in the way are lingering.

"Wouldn't miss the chance. Absolutely wouldn't miss the chance, Elliot."

It was one of those that you forget until a situation arises to remember it ;w;

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"--It's all right, then?"

And for all it's a largely conscious conversation, he is still asleep. That fact and the fact that he has, with time, gotten better about asking things helps contribute to the way the question comes out.

"You don't... mind?"

Not that he truly could interfere if he did, but. Well.

It feels necessary to ask.

agreed. ... /sobs

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His chuckle is soft, a low and entirely distant rumble as he leans to bump his forehead affectionately against Elliot's. The sensation is likely a little fuzzy, a little distant still; more like the brush of a mane than a proper press of skin.

"Have you seen how happy you make her?"

How could he object to Rachel smiling the way she has been? How could he object to two people so dear to his heart finding a shred of happiness together?

/petpetpet

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It's an odd feeling. Still not something to pull away from.

How often would he get this chance, after all?

The reminder, at least, has him smiling.

"Yeah. An' it's-- real, isn't it?"

She's actually as happy as she makes him.

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It's wonderful, seeing that smile. It's so completely affirming to see it settle in like it belongs.

"It is. It's absolutely real, Elliot."

And that's so important for both of them to know and believe.

"Don't forget that."

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"I'm gonna do my best, Elliot murmurs, "Promise you."

He'll try to remember. He'll try to take care of the woman they both love-- and their child that's going to make their way into the world.

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"Thank you."

The press of foreheads together is firmer this time, likely closer to what could be remembered from all those years ago.

"Promise her that too, mm? And-- promise the baby."

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There. That's more familiar. That has him smiling more firmly as he nods against the forehead leaning on his.

"I will."

He'll try to care for them-- and promise them that care, unlike his own parents. It's so much better this way.

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It's so easy to believe. It's so easy to feel deeply in this place between the worlds.

"Remember, mm? You're not doing this alone."

He had Rachel. He had his son and, at least some of the time, his daughters.

And he even had the world Beyond there for him.

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"I'm not."

It's a good reminder to have. It's good to be able to think on the statement and know it to be true: To know he has Rachel and Aidan and his girls, and this man-- ghost-- and the others like him, loving them from Beyond.

"Thanks, Ed."

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"Any time."

Almost any time, at any rate. Certainly oftener now that so many of the people he loved most in the living world would all be so much closer together.

Even the little one who he'd never really meet but who he'd watch over with almost the same ferocity he'd watched Eileen with all these years.

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"I know."

And that's an improvement, too. That's a kind of trust he's never really had until recently.

But he's learned to have faith that the people who love him will stick around-- even after they've passed from this life.

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There's an entirely pleased hum on his lips for the reality of that affirmation. There's a sigh of genuine contentment as he rests against the other man contentedly a few moments longer.

"And breathe, all right?"

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"Workin' on it."

There had been more than a few moments of genuine panic, really. He's been doing wonderfully at working through them with Rachel.

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"I promise this is the easy part, Elliot."

They hadn't had the chance, really, to have this conversation when Edgar had gotten married. Clearly the time to have it is now.

"You know what kids are like. Committing... it's the easy part when you're in love. It really is."

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"You promise?"

Not that he isn't starting to get a grasp of it. It's still not something he's quite gotten as good at learning. Commitment, after all, has never been his strongest point.

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There's a soft, contented chuckle for that.

"I promise. I absolutely promise. When it's the right person, it's easy."

And there's no question that Rachel is absolutely the right person.

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His nod is slowly starting to be accepting of the truth of his words.

"And we're-- right for each other, now."

So much better for one another than the first time their lips had met.

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The 'now' is so comforting. The 'now' is such a firm checking in to reality.

"You are. It's-- It's really beautiful, Elliot."

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"It is, isn't it?"

And there's even more of an easing into the quiet joy, now.

"We're both-- really going to be happy, now."