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Vulpine, Doggo and Pupper [Cion]
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Post by Cion on Aug 1, 2017 16:47:18 GMT
The odd thing was, Cion had not been pretending the happiness she had felt when spending time together with little Logan and big Owen. It had been a great hour, and seeing the Offmon blissful made her feel the same way. For the short moment the three of them had been together, everything had seemed normal and fine, better even. But it was not that he slept, away from her and Owen, that reality took its toll on her again. What she did not quite comprehend yet that same went for the Gaomon she was currently uncertain how to feel about.
Why was she hurt by this? This queston made her... chuckle. Of course the Arnamon understood that it had never been Owen's impetus to hurt her. But still, asking this question, if nothing at all, was insulting. It was as if Owen could not even comprehend the centuries they had spent in harmonious togetherness, or perhaps he could not truly remember after all, unlike her.
Eventually, her eyes still closed, she mustered enough courage to respond to the statement, though each word was inconsistent in tone as if her voice was cracking often. "Hearing you ask me this... I wonder how much you really remembered about our past lives back in that night in Eirene. Perhaps... the signs had been clear, but I was too uncertain to press upon them that night. Maybe... I should have asked you this back then. Maybe if I had acted back then... you would understand now." She responded, her tone shifting to that of doubt, guilt and even a bit of self-hate. Had all of this been her fault? Why had her impression of Owen as a heroic go-getter who would never ever dream about settling down been so... so utterly wrong? What has she done wrong?
All of that however... all of that faded when Owen spoke 4 single words. He was scared. Scared of what? Opening her eyes, one could easiy see the layer of tears that had accumulated in her lower eyelids, though they were not yet enough to escape and flow down her muzzle. It was mostly with an expression of distressful confusion that she looked upon the Gaomon, he spirit suddenly wishing to comprehend what was going on inside him. With her maw ever so slightly open, she listened patiently... and his words definetly had an effect on her.
"Something... wrong? ... What do you mean?" Cion expressed serious concern, even if it was in a hushed whisper barely audible for Owen. She truly wanted to know what he meant with that, and perhaps understand. She found herself opening up a little to him, one of her crossed legs now dangling down the window sill, her body ever so slightly shifted towards the Gaomon inside. Was he truly... haunted by innermost uncertainty about himself as well? It made her wonder how much of him, all this time since they remembered, had been an act, and which had been truly genuine. It was a question... she no longer could answer about herself with certainty.
The grip on her scarf tightened a little, as if she was desperately clinging to anything that would restore the life she had once again built together with Owen. After all, it was the fear of losing him forever that was her greatest.
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Post by Owen on Aug 1, 2017 17:34:23 GMT
"Hmm..." Owen said, still looking at the floor, a melancholy expression on his face. "That night in Eirene, yeah..."
Since that night, Owen had never felt the same around Cion. But, to answer her question, as to how much he had forgotten. Well, he might as well tell the truth.
"I remember the facts" Owen said. "But... I don't remember the feelings. I remember a Gaomon named Owen loved an Impmon named Voughn. He loved a Lambmon named Voughn. But... I don't feel those feelings to you. I mean... I still care about you of course, just not... absolute love".
As confused as Owen was about his life, that was something he had realized just now. He tried to imagine himself playing the part as he had before, tried to imagine being with Cion and enjoying it how he was with Hikaru, but... as he looked at her, he couldn't feel those feelings. All he could feel was guilt and shame. How could he love someone with those emotions so prominent?
Even if Cion hadn't mentioned those things that night in Eirene, he probably couldn't have. Cion was pretty, Cion was smart, but, Owen always felt he could never relax around her and be himself - a dorkish go-getting hero wanna-be.
Owen feared that if he misbehaved she would scold him rather than laugh. That if he made a mistake she would panic and overreact rather than respond as necessary and go on as things were before. That if he ever tried to back off from her, she'd shatter into a thousand pieces like her ocarina tonight, and he would lose her forever. Those were fears that had crystallized in Eirene.
He supposed in his happiness with Logan being here, he had forgotten that tonight. But now, here was the results of his worst fears. Owen loved another digimon. And Cion seemed shattered, at least in his eyes.
But... why? Why had Owen loved this digimon before and not now? Well... digimon changed, he supposed. While he was still a Gaomon, the digimon in the room was certainly not an Impmon or a Lambmon. And, while Owen may have looked the same on the outside, he wasn't the same on the inside.
"I think that's what's wrong with me" Owen answered her, tears beginning to form in his eyes. "All those lives, all those years together, I don't feel them anymore. And, I'm scared about the reason why" he looked up at her, wiping his eyes. "Was I reconfigured wrong? Is my data too old? Am I... will I come back if I'm reconfigured again?"
Saying those words made Owen's throat constrict. Those were his deepest, innermost fears. Fears he had forgotten around Hikaru and Logan. But, now, they were back. And he wanted Cion to know. And, if possible, reassure him that those fears were not true.
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Post by Cion on Aug 25, 2017 16:10:44 GMT
"I see." She whispered as she listened to the Gaomon's response to her previous statement. So it had been true, all of this had been her fault. How could she not have comprehended the true nature of his lacking understanding? Why had she not been able to overcome her hesitation and uncertainty, and do something about the misery she was bound to experience? She knew why, the false things she had thought. The idea that Owen was simply different in this life, but not to this extreme. Everything she had ever build for her life... it all came crumbling down because of her gentleness.
"I wish I could say the same thing about you." Cion commented to Owen's statement that he felt no absolute love for her, and just cared for her like a close relative. In all honesty, at this moment, she wished and begged that she did not feel anything for the digimon in front of him, but that was just a pipe dream. He was everything to her, the digimon that made her who she was. Even with the pain of loss and sacrifice, the knowledge she would not see so many beloved friends again, she would have always chosen him without hesitation. And now... all of that seemed completely meaningless.
It was this moment that she finally let go, the tears in her eyes beginning to flow down her muzzle and impacting with the ground beneath her as she sobbed ever so quietly. In all the centuries with Owen, she had never truly experienced sadness before, never had any reason for justified tears. It was a time of utmost serenity she thought would be eternal. But reality was clear as day in front of her. Everything she ever did, was and felt, all that she could truly claim her own... it was over.
It was not only over to her, but Owen as well, which made her open her eyes widely. Cion could not have known about the way he perceived himself, could she? He always acted like he had no care in the world and was always ready for the next adventure. That he felt like his lives were fading, that he feared not only no longer feeling what he once was but truly forgetting about it. But more than anything, he was afraid of... losing himself and what he was and had.
These few sentences... they caused something to sway inside the Arnamon's very core. Even if it was only for this single second, she thought that everything revealed itself in front of her inner eye. Everything Owen had said, everything Cion felt, every single experience they had ever made in all of their lives. They all lead to a realization that so many uttered, yet so few accepted and fewer even comprehended. "Perhaps... it's true. Nothing lasts forever." She whispered in response to the Gaomon, her sorrowful look shifting to the green scarf in her hand. "No matter... how much we tried to remain together forever."
Her teary eyes shifting to the red scarf of Owen, a long, painful moment went by in utter silence. The lengths they had gone through just for the small chance to find and remember each other... had they ever mattered? Suddenly, the noise of the open window closing again at Cion's hand could be heard, the heavy rain now being nothing more than deep rippling to them. With a sigh, the Arnamon slowly walked over to the Gaomon, her gaze never swaying. And as she stood in front of him, she calmly sat down next to him on the couch and rested her back against its backrest. Her gaze often shifting between their scarves, she found it difficult to even begin speaking.
"Nonsense, Owen." Cion eventually started to respond, something sincerely gentle and amicable returning to her voice. "If it's anyone who has changed... it's I. I mean look at me... our time together purified me. From an obsessed, cocky Impmon to a twitchy, endearing rascal to... something many say is a truly good digimon; to a fault even. And you... at worst, you got even more headstrong than you already were." She started to explain her point of view, indirectly implying a sense of gratitude she felt for the Gaomon for making her a good digimon.
She started jittering again, becoming fretful as she clutched her green scarf. "I tried... so, so hard to do everything right in your eyes. Follow your example, share your dreams. Everything... so I would not lose the digimon that gave me lives worth living... the digimon that showed me what truly matters.... so I would not lose... you. Did I go wrong... and if... where?" It was at this moment that for the first time in her existence, she shattered as Owen had feared. She could no longer hold everything she felt back, nor could she hide the fear that ate away at her like a starving wolf.
Her head somewhat violently shifting so her golden, teary eyes would meet those of the Gaomon, all she could do for a long time was cry uncontrollably. She only rarely sobbed or gasped for air, but her seemingly endless streams of tears were telling everything. They were like a thousand years of unspoken sorrow released at once, and behind them was a digimon so utterly lost that even looking at the being who had forged their path for more than a millennia gave her no direction at all.
"I wish I knew the answer. I wish I knew how to make you at least understand what and why I feel the way I do. But I don't know why I remember what I feel and you don't. Anything... anything just so... so... I don't lose you... everything." She at first spoke with a raised voice before returning to her panting sputter of words. But perhaps it was enough for Owen to understand that in her lives, all she had ever known and wanted was to be by his side. Everything else, like Tadao & Brad, like Randy... she only had been able to enjoy these aspects because of Owen's presence and effect on her.
A life without him, a life alone with no one to return to, without something to look forward to, with nothing worth living to strive for... she feared this was the inevitable outcome of this night, one way or the other.
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Post by Owen on Aug 26, 2017 4:56:37 GMT
Owen's mind was a complete mess. Emotions were rolling around inside. Angry ones where he wanted to lash out and smash things, punching the wall, destroying the dishes and windows and start yelling that he hated the feelings he felt around her, hated feeling bad for not being able to fulfill her idea of destiny, hated being born this way and unable to ever love properly, hated the feeling of being manipulated like this, that if he didn't love Cion, then he should feel bad if he ever felt those feelings for another digimon.
"She's unstable and obsessed and I need to stay away from her".
But no. Hopeless feelings where for a moment he considered throwing himself off the roof or fatally injuring himself. He was still a digimon, he could still come back.
"Maybe next time I'll come back right?"
But no. Those two things were too horrible to carry out. And he couldn't anyway, mainly because of the digimon currently sleeping in his room. Yelling and smashing things would wake him up. Destroying himself would leave Logan behind.
Instead, all he could think about was the words she had said, and respond to them.
"We tried to remain together forever" he repeated, then tilted his head. "Are we not together now?" he felt himself calm down a little. Now maybe he knew what was making Cion so upset? Then she said that she was the one who had changed, become... 'purified'. 'Maybe a little too pure?' Owen thought.
So this was what she was afraid of? That she would lose him? No... no, he wasn't going to do that at all.
"What makes you think I'm going to leave? I still want you in my life, Cion".
The Gaomon took a step forward. "...Maybe 'I don't love you' is the wrong thing to say... because I still do love you, Cion. I care about you, I want to go on adventures with you, I want to make the world a better place with you. But... not only you. Alright?"
He hoped that was all that was troubling her. He stood in front of her. If she let him, he would embrace her.
"If you ever need anything, I'll be there for you. Because you're my sister. And if you still can bear to have me around, you'll always be a part of my family. It's just got a little bigger, that's all".
Maybe that was all that was wrong with him? Owen only physically, well, 'lusted' after male digimon. Even if there was no physical difference between digimon, there were the subtleties. Owen enjoyed having fun and being able to understand the feelings of digimon like him. But of course, there was more to the story of him and Cion than just that. They could still have adventures and make the lives of those around them better, like they did in Eilean. He didn't want to end their relationship over something as small as this.
"I'm sorry that I don't lust for you, Cion, but, I still love you" he said. "And... I'm sorry that I'm such an idiot that I didn't figure it out from the start".
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Post by Cion on Aug 26, 2017 9:13:51 GMT
As she steadily calmed down, tears in her eyes ceasing and her gaze swaying away from Owen again, she could do nothing but listen quietly. Her breath returning to normal, or more Cion's mind forcing everything inside her to pull itself together again, she payed unseen attention to every single word Owen spoke. There was something in them she had experienced rarely in this life, but it was something she knew all too well. His tenderness. He was probably as confused and emotionally unstable as she was in this moment of discord, but the path he chose, who he was, was clear. It was... compassion.
Drying her tears, her heart started to rest again, feeling something she had so desperately longed for ever since Eirene. Owen's warmth. A sign that he truly cared about her, and did not just say so to appease her. "I... suppose." The Arnamon answered quietly, realizing that they were indeed together, though it was without a doubt different. It was more like the first time they had ever met back when she was still an Impmon; on cordial terms.
Then again, so had their meeting in the second life begun as well. If they had not remembered back then, then... they would have been like today, but without the crack between them. They would have been none the wiser about each other. Perhaps they would have continued to share a destiny, or perhaps they would have simply remained the closest of friends. It was something they knew at the end of both lives, and something she now comprehended in this one as well. But these thoughts only lead to the same, inevitable question, which was if anything was worth fighting for and experiencing if it would not last forever. It was a difficult question, one she could not answer anymore right now.
"You already wanted long times of each of us doing their own thing..." Was her somewhat somber answer, remembering the weeks they had been apart and few days they had spent together. They could have easily done missions on Terminus' black board together, but he did not want to. "... I mean, not that I regret meeting great guys like Colin & Co. or Brad the Bearmon, but... ya know. Missed you." She added with a much different tone to her voice, something very shy and cautious about her. She was not that much of an adventurer in all honesty, but if she had to she at least wanted to be by the Gaomon's side... more often.
Owen speak again, and once more Cion listened quietly. His words rang partially hallow in her ears, since they really had not done much together this life, especially lately. A delivery to Eirene, combating Shadramon. Yes, it was clear to her that he thought differently from her. Where she was a digimon who liked things to remain, he craved new experiences day in and day out. "I want that, too. And... I love you too, Owen." She responded sincerely while nodding, letting him know that nothing about this evening would nullify what she felt.
Looking upwards, she beheld the strong, blue and white frame of the Gaomon in front of her, the red scarf still remaining proudly on his chest as if she was unwilling to let go of their past. Despite what differences, he truly did not want to lose that, and in return did not want to lose her. Standing up as well, she simply let himself fall into his embrace, and squeezed him as tightly as she had rarely done in her previous lives. "I'm sorry... thank you." She whispered as she started to find herself at peace. It was clear times ahead would be difficult, but... they would find their luck; they always did.
"L-lust?" The Arnamon asked, many chuckles suddenly escaping her lips as she remained in their hug, though her face distanced so they could see each other in the eyes. "That's an odd choice of words. Don't just humans feel that? We never... rarely lusted for each other, as far as I know. That was never the point of our bond, ever since we DNA-digivolved the first time, as you had proposed back then." She expressed her point of view, an amused smile overcoming her lips as she looked at Owen like a silly puppy.
Raising the hand in which his green scarf was, she gently rested it on the red scarf that was once hers. Them carrying something of each other throughout centuries and lives... she knew no better way of expressing what their bond had always been than to show him. "I was an idiot, too. I just didn't know how and when to... show you that I love you, too. Perhaps I never needed to, since we still carry..."
Gasping quietly, it was then she realized that she was actually not properly bearing the scarf of the most beloved digimon in her lives. Merely clutching it in her hand, she looked to Owen, slowly letting go off their embrace, and reached it out to him. "Would you... do the honor?" She asked the Gaomon if he would be so kind as to tie the his green scarf around her neck. Sure, he had to remove his gloves temporarily, and Cion knew how to tie her own scarf, but it was the gesture behind it that was truly important.
A simple tie, that in spirit was the tie between the two of them that lasted over ages. The scarves that carried a part of the other, always assuring that they shared a destiny, even if they did not realize it. And if Owen chose to help her undo her mistake and repair their tie, she would never doubt the sincerity of this one, truly special digimon in front of her again.
However, there was still a question she needed to ask, but... that had time afterwards.
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Post by Owen on Aug 27, 2017 6:16:02 GMT
Owen realized that his request to go their separate ways for a little while gave her the wrong message. "Er, right... about that" he said, supposing he owed her an explanation. "I wanted that because of the reasons why I said these tonight... I was lost and confused, and I wanted to see how life was in the world. I met other humans and digimon that were coming to the digital world. I helped out the leader of PROFIT, although I failed. And, well, then I met Hikaru. But at no point did I want to leave you".
After all, he had agreed to get an apartment together with her so they could use it as a base and catch up with each other on their adventures. Of course Owen didn't want to stay all the time, but as long as he had a home to return to, he would.
Owen appreciated the embrace, glad to feel it. Slowly, the scared, panicked state of his digicore returned to normal. His words seemed to get an odd reaction from Cion though, then he realized his words were very odd too. "Er... right... I don't think it's like that" he chuckled. "I mean there was more to us than just well 'cuddles', right? It was our actions together and how we shaped the world around us that counted".
Then Cion asked if he could put her scarf back on. It was the sign of what they were after all. Once, long ago, that scarf had been Owen's, and Owen's own red scarf was Cion's. That was all that needed to be said. They didn't need to constantly prove it to each other, as long as there was an Owen on this world, and as long as there was a Cion on this world, they would not let go of the meaning of their companionship.
"It would be my pleasure" Owen replied, and gently tied the green scarf around Cion's neck, making sure the knot was neat and not too tight. He wondered what else there was to say here.
From behind his back, however, the door to the bedroom opened ever so slightly, and one of Logan's blue eyes peered out at them. He had sensed the discord from earlier and was horrified that Owen and Cion might end up arguing, but, it seemed it had all been a misunderstanding. He was glad that they seemed to come to some kind of peace. Satisfied, the Offmon quietly closed the door and went back to bed.
"Hey Cion, how about you and me go on another adventure sometime soon?" Owen suggested. "To, uh, start making up for lost time..." he scratched the back of his head. "I mean, there's loads of places around the digital world to explore and such..." he had an idea. "Why don't we visit the civilization on El Doradimon sometime? They might not like humans, but, we could still go there and see how things are maybe?".
Owen would be thrilled to visit such a place. And he hoped Cion might appreciate the outing. If she didn't want to though, that was fine too.
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Post by Cion on Aug 27, 2017 8:16:31 GMT
Although the tension between Cion and Owen had settled down, his words still inflicted some pain upon her soul. From the sound of it, Owen really had no actual interest of spending time together with her. If that changed today she did not know, but she would see and act accordingly. Regardless, she could not deny that the experiences they had made had been quite something to talk about, even if it drove them apart completely. Sure, he said he did not want to leave her, but not all actions he did suited that supposed wish.
"I see. Well... you know me. If you want to be by yourself, I won't press for anything else." She replied quietly, seeing no sense in clinging to something that would so or so not happen. The time they would spent together from now own would be short and hollow, she was suddenly convinced of that. Even with a home they might not even share in the future if he or his new love did not want her to by their side, how often would they even be there? No... they would just be on their own, doing whatever they can to futily help out this naturally broken world.
After this twisted sense of acceptance struck her, even if she was still unsure about it, she let go off the thought as it was simply too painful. Instead, they returned to a final moment of nostalgia as they dwelled in their past. Her gaze shifting past Owen's head and towards the closed window, she let out a quiet sigh as he mentioned what their bond really used to be. A dreamy smile overcame her, even if her eyes barely moved at all. "It was..." She whispered, although audible enough for the Gaomon to hear. But, just like both of them used the past tense... it was all over now, was it not?
Only briefly wondering if these memories would one day no longer hurt, she found a spark of happiness and warmth when Owen happily obliged and tied her green scarf around her neck. Drying the last tears on her cheek, she could not help herself but smile yet again. These two acts of affection today, even if they had been tainted by discord, confusion and fear, had been something she longed for for many weeks. Even if it was only today, she could at least cherish these moments for what they were before what once was truly vanished. "Thank you."
Startled by the sudden, quiet noise of a door opening, she turned her head to the tiny, blue eye that looked through the dark slit. And as quickly as Logan 'appeared', he vanished again to enjoy sweet dreams. The Arnamon could not help herself but giggle with a cute grin, delighted by the cuteness of this little ball of fluff. "I love this little cutiepie. You should probably give him another good night kiss. But tomorrow, I get to tell him a bedtime story, yes?" She spoke, making clear that her wish to be a fine parental figure for Logan was ever present, and that he wanted Owen to be the same for him.
Next to this little surprise, Owen suggested something that truly brought utmost joy to the Arnamon, and she had no qualms showing that. Her ears, tail and fingers twitching, the idea of finally spending time with Owen, even if it would be quite different, was something she deeply wanted. "Yes-yes..." She jubilated quietly as not to rip Logan out of his sleep again. Gosh, it was extremely difficult for her to compose herself, as her previous, dark expectations had just been thrown overboard.
However, they still needed to deal with some things before just rushing out to new horizons. Calming down again, she nodded many times before folding her arms. "I'd love to, but first we got to properly adult, Owen. There is lots we gotta talk about, like... what happens from now on. New house, seeing what to do with Logan, meeting... what's his name again? If you want me to be with you, him and Logan, or just settle down together in general... then this apartment for example is just too small. Of course this has time for tomorrow, but... give it some thoughts. I will" She suggested, realizing the changes at hand were not just of the emotional variety. She showed clear interest in keeping this family intact, but Owen too had to realize that he needed to mature a little with his new responsibilities.
There were many questions she had, but this late in the night, especially after they had just reconciled, she did not ask them. For now, it was time to simply let their bodies and mind drift. Still standing in front of him, she could not help herself but boop his little red scarf. She expressed neither fear or happiness as she spoke the next, final words, just wonder.
"You'll keep this? I mean I know this life is still very young, but... with all the trinkets you gotta carry around now due to the two other mons..." She asked, wondering if she still was worth remembering for future lives to come. After all, it was their scarves that always brought them together as carriers of each others data and memories. She had nothing else on her that was like the green scarf of him, much less clothes, and knew not much other than Owen. Despite what happened, the thought of permanently forgetting not just the feelings but also the memories themselves... she did not want that; losing herself and everything she worked so hard for.
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Post by Owen on Sept 3, 2017 15:04:09 GMT
It was sadly the truth. Somehow, in his current incarnation, Owen didn't really want to feel pinned down in any location for an extended period of time. He wanted to learn about the world around him, to see what kind of digital world this was in reality. He sadly couldn't agree to something such as "settling down" with his sister to learn about it that way. Owen wanted to see every region of the digital world and learn about them so he could assist those that wanted to assist the greater good of the digital world.
But still, he longed to home in on a common good with his sister. Something they could still do that would both bolster their fraternal relationship and make the world around them a better place, as they had done for so long through the ages.
When Cion said that she consented to him being himself, Owen let a small, sad sigh pass through his nose. "Oh Cion, I really want you to be happy too, I mean that" he said. He just wished he knew of a way of this happening other than the obvious.
It was...? It was what? "What do you mean, Cion?" Owen asked curiously as she said that.
But, after Cion let him tie her scarf back on, he felt his fears alleviate somewhat. And, when they saw Logan peer at them from the door, Owen immediately consented to Cion's suggestion. "Of course! I think he'd love your stories" he said, smiling.
Then the Gaomon was most grateful to her that she seemed to be delighted with the idea of going on more adventures. Of course, there were many more things that they had to settle out first. "Yeah, that's true" he admitted, nodding. "I think you should meet Hikaru before we agree to any ironclad agreement, to be honest... but he's a good digimon. I hope you'll like him".
Owen would have ordinarily said "I think you'd like him" but did not say that word in his statement. Of course, since he first met Hikaru he knew that eventually the Dorumon and Cion would have to meet if they were to have a functioning relationship. But that was something to be dealt with in the future.
Then Cion tapped the scarf that Owen wore, asking if he would keep it. The Gaomon instantly nodded. "Of course I will. This scarf... it's a part of me. And it always will be" he promised. "Yeah I might wear clothes sometimes over it, but, I remember that from the moment I digivolved to rookie, I got this scarf. And I don't ever intend to lose it".
He hoped that Cion felt the same way. This whole conversation, he felt that there had somehow been a terrible misunderstanding between them. But he hoped that in the ages ahead, that Cion would remain a part of his family's life. And in return, Owen would swear that he would always be a part of Cion's life, for as long as she accepted him.
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Post by Cion on Sept 5, 2017 20:59:19 GMT
Her eyes widened a little when Owen stated, in contrast to her gloomy response, that he truly wanted her to be happy. If she knew how to achieve this, then this entire evening would not have occured the way it did. Cion nodded without saying a word, though carrying a slightly warm smile on her muzzle. She would try to find a way to fix all of this, as she so often did. And when the time would come, she would let the Gaomon know of a way to make her truly happy without being a burden to the both of them. But the both of them knew it would be difficult, and that it would take time.
"Our bond. Like you said, our actions that shaped each other... and the world. That was our wonderful bond." She spoke dreamily, basically confirming Owen's statements as her eyes briefly swayed away from him with her mind reminisced. The things they had accomplished, the lives they had saved, the friends they had made... all of that always by each other's side. That was the bond that had lasted lifetimes. This night had been an ultimate test to it, and Cion honestly wondered if it would prevail undamaged. But again, that was something only time could tell.
With the pleasant sensation of her/his green scarf again around her neck, the Arnamon chuckled happily when the canine digimon approved oh her wish to tell him a bedtime story next night. Oh it was already getting incredibly difficult for her to pick one of the tales she wished to share, but she still had plenty of hours to think about that which was why she did no longer press on the matter tonight.
Overall, despite Owen openly wanting to be an adventurer, he knew that he had to assure Logan's well-being and good uprising. He, she and Hikaru would have to be responsible and find a home that suited all of them, and of course find ways to earn sufficient amounts of bits to sustain a satisfactory lifestyle. There were many difficult questions they would have to establish consensus for, but those were for another day. "I agree. I hope we like each other, too." She spoke calmly and sincerely, forcing any overhasty dread and resentment out of her mind. Another challenge... that was simply the way she had to look at it.
A final sigh of relief and blitheness escaped her lips when Owen made crystal clear that he would never want to toss aside the memories they shared, even if things changed between them. No matter what happened, they would always carry the data of the other close to their hearts. "Neither do I intend to lose our bond, Owen." She stated without hesitation, feeling the same as he did. While the past was set in stone, present and future still had to be seen by both of them. Change, it suddenly seemed to her, could occur any time, but she could not imagine any scenario in which she would throw away the memories that made her who she was. Even without the feelings behind them, Owen felt the same way.
As their golden eyes met for a couple of moments in silence, sudden fatigue and exhaustion struck the Arnamon, making her yawn into her hand and sit down on the couch again. She leaned against its backrest, her eyes slowly moving in all direction like she was scanning their living room; or more what it was that she had. "Gosh, that was... exhausting. What about you? You gonna sleep alongside Logan? You put him in your or my bed?" She asked, wondering if this night, the couch would be her place of rest and respite.
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Post by Owen on Sept 14, 2017 21:31:09 GMT
Now that the complicated emotions were slowing down within Owen's system, the Gaomon was feeling... very tired. While he was glad that there was still rapport and a bond between them, he felt that he had done many things wrong tonight, and hoped that soon he would be able to make up for them.
He was grateful when Cion mentioned that the situation in general was indeed exhausting. He hoped that sleeping on this issue may help them recover from the effect of all these emotions tonight.
Cion then asked where he wanted to sleep tonight. Owen would have never presumed to put Logan in Cion's bed without first telling her.
"I put him on my bed of course" Owen said. "Your bed is still free in the room obviously". A sudden smile crossed his face. "Logan's a light sleeper, so maybe you could give him the story tonight after all?"
He thought that might be a good idea for now. If Owen slept on the couch, Cion could look after Logan as he slept? The Gaomon didn't mind, he thought of himself as a fairly robust digimon.
He hoped that would be alright. For now though, Owen simply had reached his limit for the day. He yawned, quietly brushed his teeth in the bathroom, then if there was nothing else to be said tonight, he would make preparations for eventual sleep.
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Post by Cion on Sept 17, 2017 15:46:15 GMT
Owen did not respond much to what Cion said, but that was perfectly understandable. Her words did not need answers, as they had mostly been answers themselves. Instead, they would sink into both of their minds, giving them time to contemplate while enjoying respite. And rest it was they needed after this exhausting night, that was clear as day. The toll on the soul was often much more imposing that one on the body, and it became apparent to both of them. The only question that lingered was how they would pursue their rest this night, and likely from now on now with Logan under their wing.
As she listened to Owen's response, she could not help herself but chuckle with delight, but ultimately shook her head. "I think I pass for tonight. Logan too should find peace in sleep for now. As for me... if I started now, I'd either tell an incoherent mess or pass out halfway through." She reasoned her point of view, feeling like that was the best course of action for this night. It would not help forcing anything out of them at this point in time, nor would it contribute to their recovery.
"But you can give him my bed for tonight, or you just take it. After all, I am smaller than you. You'd just get neck-pain from the couch's arm rest. Also... I think I just watch some tv quietly to let my mind drift until I fall asleep. Saw a commercial for the Godmon Part 2 running soon, so..." Cion argued once again, well, as much one could call it an argument in her state of fatigue. But she sincerely believed it was the best for everyone. Logan could likely use a familiar parental figure in his presence more than a new one, and she did not feel like she would fall asleep in quiet a while despite her exhaustion.
As Owen prepared himself and left for the night, Cion dimmed all lights to the lowest level, the very quiet television being the dominant source of light in the living room now. With a pillow and a cup of instant-tea at hand, the Arnamon made it herself as comfortable as possible. Her eyes at times shifted to the bathroom, waiting for Owen to be done and with her a good night.
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Post by Owen on Sept 22, 2017 2:08:47 GMT
Owen understood what Cion was saying. "Alright. We'll try again tomorrow morning" he said. Making any further conversation or plans for tomorrow before sleeping might not be worth the time for either of them.
So Cion was certain about sleeping on the couch? "Well, alright, if you're sure" Owen said. His bed was big and Logan was small, so, maybe he'd rest by his son's side tonight? Only if Logan would be comfortable with that.
After Owen finished in the bathroom, he re-entered the lounge. If Cion permitted, he would give her one last hug for today. Either way, he said to her "Good night, Cion", before returning to the bedroom. Logan looked up as he entered, blue eyes a little worried.
"Sorry, Logan" he whispered, closing the door.
"Daddy, I can't sleep" Logan complained, quietly. "Can I rest with you?"
"Of course" Owen said, smiling. The bed was warm, too much so for blankets. Owen laid down at the Offmon's side, making him comfortable as Logan cuddled up close. And no more than half an hour later, both digimon were sleeping softly.
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Post by Cion on Sept 24, 2017 17:16:41 GMT
"Of course, gladly." Cion replied, once again finding herself looking forward to the idea of taking care of Logan and telling him bedtime stories. Even in her current state of physical and emotional fatigue, she wondered what she'd tell him first. Perhaps the Arnamon would tell the Offmon about her first encounter with Owen, or perhaps a more recent story like her adventures in the sky. There were thousands of possibilities, and that was just fine in her point of view. After all, the more stories she had in store, the more she could share with her nephew.
Strangely certain that Owen and Logan would likely sleep in different beds, the thought that it might be otherwise did not even cross her mind. That was why she simply nodding, considering it acceptable to just sleep on the couch for a night while 'enjoying' midnight television. Before the Gaomon left for his rest, he knelt down and gave her another tight hug, one she gladly accepted and returned. Despite what had happened, the sensation of his warm presence and soft fur on her frame was still as pleasant as ever. And they would find a way to manage through all of this mess... she always did, did she not?
"Good night." She'd reply as she was left by herself, calming resting on the couch and entertaining her mind with a great movie, though she found it difficult to enjoy. Half an hour later, and she still couldn't ease her mind to enjoy rest. She found herself sitting up again, looking outside the window behind which the rainstorm still raged. "Perhaps... a walk... some fresh air." She figured, standing up and approaching their apartment's door without turning off the television.
Opening the door, she looked outside and could feel the first rain drops soaking her silver fur. She did not mind however, in fact she could hardly feel it. Her body felt numb like she had never experienced before. Was that perhaps a side-effect from her strained mind? Possibly, yet she felt compelled to just step outside regardless. If she could not sleep, she might as well already think about a way to return ordner into this mess. She needed to think about a way to detach herself, although not too much. She needed to understand how to be happy independently; how to embrace life again.
And for that, she had to face the storm both raging outside and within.
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