abnormalizes | Seasons: IC Contact/Continuations

I understand that and I would feel bad about leaving him out, but I would also feel bad about leaving you out?

Then we are going to continue in circles? Our restriction cannot be lowered unless both parties agree to it, and I would rather not do that.

[...

There's a moment, here, though, where the "goated is typing..." bubble pops up for a moment or so. But eventually...]

Then again. I have recently come into possession of a way to override my own in-built control via my name.
However, I have yet to test it, as I would rather not test it while I am alone. And if I'm to test name-control, I'd need someone here to help with that, anyway...

Would you say you're currently free?

I am! Want me to come right over?

Yes and no. I would like you to come right over, but I am, admittedly, not at my suite.
Rather, I'm in the Gardens over in Blossomcrown. Would you care to join me here?

One sec!

[After a couple minutes, she shows up in the gardens, dressed appropriately cute.]

Hi, honeybug.

[By the time she's made her way to him, Louis's already gone and grabbed a snack for them both - there's a stand in the Gardens he likes, one that sells churros with the classic, correct recipe... which means they're vegan by default. No eggs to mess them up, here!!
And hers are being held out to her with a smile that's as personable as always, of course.]

Hello, Ol Siaion; fast as always, I see. Or were you, perhaps, excited to come see me?

I'm always excited to see you! -Thank you, it looks delicious.

[Accepting her churro with a smile.]

Doesn't it just? These are one of my favorite options, here in the Gardens. Or, well -
In the park leading to the Gardens. Better they not sell the food directly inside of it, but it's nice that there are some at all.

[And now he'll wave for her to come and join her on a nearby bench, making sure there's plenty of space for her to sit beside him.
Before he gets into his own churro, though...]

... So. That item I had told you about.
Have you seen the newest options among Riki's goods yet?

I have! Actually, I wanted to ask you about the one I bought, too.

-You go first.

...

Evangeline, you can't dangle something like that in front of an Orange core. What is it that you bought?

Oh - bracelets that let you feel each other’s emotions. I was going to ask if you’d be willing to try that with me.

Ah, the bonding bracelets... mm, I did think of you when I saw them.
They felt like something you would want to try - a means to get to know the people you love on a deeper level.

[And now he lets out a hum of thought, bringing his churro-less hand up to rub his chin.]

... Yes, I suppose I'd be willing to try them. However, if we do... I would like to put them on now, before I show you what it is that I bought.

Okay!

[Evangeline pulls the pair of bracelets out of her purse, slips hers on, and offers the other to Louis.

What does she feel toward Louis in this moment? Gratitude for his willingness to try this with her. Curiosity towards what he has in store. Comfort and ease from his presence by her side.

And love, clear and strong. Love for the way he looks at the flowers surrounding them, for the way his nose scrunches up. For him being brave enough to feel her feelings even struggling with trusting that other people care about him the way he does. Love for every inch of him, like a warm blanket wrapped around her.]

[He takes the bracelet, puts it on -

- And immediately jumps, taking it back off again like he'd been burned.

That's - it's so much? Immediately, that's so much; it felt like even just for a second, he'd been filled to the brim beyond his capacity...
Staring wide eyed, now, at the bracelet - though he turns that look up to her with a few blinks.]

... I suppose I should have prepared myself for that, first. Rather than simply slapping it on without consideration.

[Sitting up straighter again, he clears his throat and slooowly puts the bracelet back on...]

[... Only for his face to go all sorts of wobbly, the bridge of his nose scrunching up as her feelings outright flood him like this.
They're beautiful - of course they are, they're Evangeline's feelings - and he's honored and touched that she feels this way, but they're just...
So much bigger than he's used to.

...

Which is something Evangeline, herself, will be able to feel. Even his shock and confusion are soft, small, and muted despite the way he'd lept up like a cat after its tail had been stepped on.

The only thing that isn't all that muted from him is the adoration he feels for her, honestly. It's clear as day, sitting strong and proud among all of his much smaller, weaker emotions - but it's also just about as big as you'd expect from a normal person.
Which... probably gives her a bit of a benchmark for just how small the rest of them are.]

Y-you... is this -
Do other people feel things... this much?

Sometimes more.

[His emotions are smaller than she'd expected. He carries himself so theatrically - big reactions to everything - that it comes as a surprise how muted they really are.

And in sharp relief to that, how much he adores her.]

When you write me poetry, it's like twice that.

...

[That tiny, almost scared little confusion squirming through everything almost feels like it quivers, hearing that.]

... Twice that...

[...

And now, for some reason, his shoulders droop, that expression of his starting to smooth out.

It's as if he's recognizing that his reaction to it all is a lot bigger than his feelings truly are, and that maybe he should...
Be honest about it. Drop the theatrics, the acting he purposefully puts on to look "normal" to others.]

Mmm. ... It's very touching, just how strongly you feel about me.
I apologize if what you're finding on my end is disappointing... but please know that my own are - they're... the strongest I've felt about anything.

It's okay. There's nothing wrong with how you feel things, Louis. And I'm honored that you feel as strongly for me as you do.

[The desire to reassure, to support, to make sure Louis knows he's fine as he is.]

Most would disagree. Classically, I would be diagnosed with some sort of disorder for it - the only reason I haven't is that my father didn't believe in psychology.

...

It's good you think so, however. I must admit, I always carry a small fear about the way I think, and feel, and perceive the world...
I'm well aware that even before dying, I've never been able to see the world as others do. Not in the same way as now, where my vision's muddied by my magic -
But somehow, when dealing with others, my mind takes paths theirs never do. My feelings, soft as they are, don't often come into play -
I make mistakes, and I hurt others because of it. Like an alien doing its best to pantomime humanity, and failing.

[His voice is even and flat as he speaks, purposefully keeping his theatrics to a minimum, and there's a soft little ripple in his emotions as he says what he does.
What is that ripple? Hard to say. But it's definitely there.]

... Of course, I'm not attempting to be a "bummer", so to speak. Just stating facts as they are.

-I think that you trying so hard to make other people happy even knowing you have this handicap is even more admirable.

[And she doesn't have to worry about whether he believes her or not - there's admiration right there for him to feel.]

I don't want to invalidate how hard it is for you... but I think you're no less wonderful because of that.

... To be frank, that "handicap" may be one of the driving forces behind it. I imagine it's similar to how many comedians have chronic, medically diagnosed depression.
They want to give others what they can't have, themselves.

That's not to say I don't feel joy at all, of course. But to feel it at the level of everyone else - that's no more than a fantasy.
At least, it certainly is now. Now that I've experienced how strong the emotions of others tend to be.

[Said as he holds his hand out, looking at that bracelet.]

I used to believe my own weren't quite this bad, that others had been acting a bit as well... but I suppose I'm wrong about that.
Not the first thing I've been wrong about, in this sense; it's... very hard to understand the minds of others without dipping inside of them, myself.

[And now, his hand comes up to grip one of his horns.]

At any rate... did you want to see what it was I purchased from Riki?

-One sec.

[She leans in and kisses him. It's chaste and sweet, they are in public, but -

If he wants to give other people what he can't have, she wants him to feel the warmth in her heart that he gives her.]

Okay. What did you buy?

[-- The kiss, as quick and chaste as it might have been, gets a little pop of something bright and warm on his end.
It isn't huge, less like a firework and more like a spark... but it's very noticeably there.

Equally as noticeable as the way he's going orange over it.]

- W-well... if you'll be so kind, I need you to hold these for me -

[Said as he starts taking accessories off of his horns, having decked them out in golden rings before leaving the house for the day.
Those are being handed off to Evangeline for safe keeping.]

... And I'd like you to close your eyes, too. If you would.

Can do!

[She holds onto his rings and closes her eyes, having some suspicion about what he might have bought just from that hint.]

[Wellll, whatever she's imagining while she's eyes closed, it's coming with a big dose of nerves!
A... surprisingly big dose of nerves. Like, she'll feel the way it balloons as her eyes shut, and it's a lot bigger than one might expect with how dull his other feelings are.

(Probably because it's not just one emotion. It's an aggregate of many - anxiety, fear, caution, paranoia. Excitement, too, bubbling within it all.)

Eventually, though...]

... Alright. You may open them again. Though, I, ah -
I forgot I might... need a parasol or something, if you have an umbrella in your bag? I hadn't packed one...

[The reason why's obvious, considering his new "human" form is based on the one he had while he was alive - literally blood-red eyes looking at hers when she opens them again.]

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