abnormalizes | Seasons: IC Contact/Continuations

... Mmm. I'm glad I met you, too.

Speaking from a therapeutic standpoint, I believe having you in my life has been good for me -
And speaking from... a more normal standpoint, I've enjoyed spending time with you, too.

I can only speak from my standpoint, but I like you. You're an important part of my life now.

Sa, gi.

[This time, he's just doing it to be a little shit. It's funny.]

... Stating the obvious, but you're important to me, as well.
Thank you. ... For taking me seriously, I mean - I know my thoughts and feelings tend to be an incomprehensible mess, but that you take me seriously means... quite a bit to me.

[Joke's on him she's going to figure out what that means!!]

I may not always completely understand them, but that doesn't mean your thoughts and feelings aren't important. I'd never dismiss you.

I know you wouldn't. That is why I'm thanking you -
You're one of the few.

[...]

As an Orange magician, it's... normal. To be dismissed.
Many of us are raving loons, spewing nonsense and speaking in tongues; I'm a rarity in my lucidity and ability to maneuver through the world, despite the sensory nightmare I'm constantly bombarded with.

And so, it's valuable to me that you never dismiss me.

I’m sorry that you have to go through that. Enduring that constantly… I couldn’t manage it.

...? Have I... not told you? Of the effects my Orange magic bears on me?
Currently, in my eyes, you're interwoven of tapestry fibers and what look to be small flowers [- reaching out, here, to touch a part of her suit that's probably a flower" -] and the walls seem to be vibrating.
Perhaps swirling.
Maybe speaking? I can't tell. Yawning, void-like.

[He's sure he has told her - he did ask if she was real, when they met - but still... it feels worth it to point out the depths of it, regardless.]

Or - do you mean the dismissal? Either way, both are to be excpected.
As I said... I'm an Orange magician. That is simply life in the face of such a fact.

No wonder you think I’m beautiful.

-sorry, that just slipped out. [Already wincing.]

...

[Yeah, he's pinching her cheek for that one.]

I believe you to be beautiful because you are. Not once have my nonstop, horrific hallucinations ever bastardized the look of your eyes -
And from there, I can still parse shapes enough to tell your face is lovely, and your curves are divine.

I...

I'm surprised I've never told you of them, however. But... that is my life, day-to-day - they change, but they'll always be some shade of incomprehensible to most aside from myself.
Frankly, I have no idea what Ellipsa truly looks like. ... Or anyone that I've met, here.

I may as well be blind, some days.

Ow - okay, okay. Sorry.

…You can read my mind, though. What if I concentrated really hard on what something looks like to me?

[Unpinched!]

I can't see images, unfortunately. The part of your mind I tap into are your inner thoughts - the unfiltered stream of consciousness that flows behind everyone's more aware and purposeful thoughts.
In fact, it takes me a bit of effort to hear the thoughts you choose to think, as I have to...

[Hang on, he has to think of how to describe this. The thinking even comes with him making that sort of "ehhh", back-and-forth little handwave in the air gesture.]

... I suppose you can think of it as trawling. I must trawl through your mind to reach the thoughts in the forefront of your mind.
It feels a bit like wading through mud, in terms of resistance. People don't want their conscious thoughts read, even if they aren't aware that I'm trying to read them.

That’s no good then…. There’s autumn telepathy, I don’t actually know that one well enough to know if you could do images for it. Summer dragon blessed get illusions, but there’s no reason you’d see those more clearly than anything else…

Dream manipulation by the sex powers potion, maybe? I’ve been able to turn Chipp’s healing off in dreams.

I may not even see the illusions. It's unclear - my second sight isn't fully something I can control... there are parts to it that are passive.
While I can "turn it on", so to speak, in order to peer past veils and the like --

[Fwip! Those "second eyes" of his open up, revealing dark, black pupils buried within his original cat-like one.]

-- Some invisibility and illusions are passively pierced by them, even when I don't activate it.

[And, again, fwip! Closed right back up again.]

... Dream manipulation, however, sounds like a likely course of action. There's no reason for me to hallucinate in a dream -
It's a dream, after all.

Great! Let’s try it! You can put yourself to sleep whenever so we don’t even have to wait for nighttime!

[Opening up her purse to pull out the potion…]

...

[Leaning back, now, staring at her as she digs through her purse -]

Alright -
First of all, I must admit I'm surprised you're choosing to simply pass over what I had just done with my eyes, considering my strangest features seem to be your favorite ones.

[Because, y'know, he did the thing. That was the thing he did.
He did that.]

Second of all...
Right now? Currently? At this moment?

Oh, it was super hot and I loved it, I just got distracted by the idea of doing something nice for you. Sorry.

Right now works for me?

... You're easily distracted by the idea of doing something nice for me? Truly?
That... is both very silly, yet also very cute, I must say.
As always, you're adorable, Ol Siaion.

As for timing - I'm more asking if you planned to do this right now... but it's not as though I have a packed schedule.
I don't mind giving it a try, if you wish.

[She doesn’t really have a response to the adorable part besides a sheepish smile before she takes a sip of her potion.]

Alright then, you can make yourself comfortable here or in my bedroom, whatever works for you.

Mmm... you'll be with me wherever I choose, yes?
If that's the case, let's move to your bedroom. More space for holding one another.

[Which she should know he's a big fan of, of course.]

Somehow I thought you’d say that.

[-She said ‘make yourself comfortable’, but she still ends up scooping Louis up and carrying him to her bedroom, setting him down on the bed to immediately snuggle up to him.]

Oh -

[He didn't expect to be carried wholesale? Not that he minds. obviously, but it still takes him a second to wrap his arms around her neck while she totes him away -
And he's happy to snuggle up just as close, tucking in against her neck with a happy little noise.]

... Alright. I'll be putting myself to sleep, now... do you need me to do the same for you, first?

Nope! I’ll be able to join you with my temporary powers.

Sweet dreams.

Alright then. In just a second, I'll be...

...

[...

Yeah, he's out. There he goes! Out like a light!!
Get in there quick, Eva, his dreams tend to be weird --]

[She zooms in, thankfully.

Also thankfully, she has an excellent memory, as she’s determined to recreate Louis’ hotel room. Here are the ducks, here are the stuffed Baphomets, here is the bed and the partition and each piece of furniture. As far as she can recall, this is what his room looks like.

As master of this dream, she forbids any and all orange magic. No telepathy, no second sight, and absolutely no hallucinations.]

…Louis?

[Oh. And she’s here too, for him to see clearly for the first time. She finds herself holding her breath.]

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...

[There's silence in the dream-suite for a moment or so, before she'll hear shuffling behind that partition - and after a moment, his hand wraps around the edge of it... and he pushes it open to peer out, his eyes as wide as saucers.
Taking a moment to look at everything...

Before they land on her, somehow going even wider.

... And without a word, he steps out so he can cross the room, stepping right up to her and cupping her face in his hands. Gently running his thumb over one of her cheekbones, looking at every part of visage - only to then start looking at the rest of her, stepping back to look over her hair, and her EGO suit, all the way down to her shoes.
And back up again.]

... Evangeline? You...

[Looking away, now, to look at his suite. Looking at the paintings he'd chosen and hung up on his walls, the neon crosses hanging between them, the flowers covering every single space that the sun can possibly hit when it shines through his windows.
Looking at the shelves, their stuffed animals, his ducks. The TV on his little entertainment center, the horror films lined up beside it. His favorite chair, the little loveseat, the petbed he'd purchased for his Dipplin.

Over, now, to the clothes he keeps hung up outside of his bedroom almost as decor - looking at their textures and colors, how he managed to make things that look so lovely despite struggling some days just to see.

And back to her.]

... You... chose to show me my own home?
There are millions of things - billions, trillions of things that you could have shown me...
And you chose something so personal to me, myself, alone?

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