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[pleiades-cabin-talk]

Laertes stumbles into the picnic site with a rush that makes it seem like he was in a hurry to get here. They wear a long, high-wasted yellow tulle skirt, an oversized red marching band jacket worn loosely around their shoulders, and a plain white t-shirt. She stole the skirt from Jon. They really need to get more.

It's an eclectic mix. But that's just Laertes.

@laertesthelocalstranger

Rose is already waiting patiently at the site, sitting on the big, blue and white checkered picnic blanket he'd brought. There is a basket full of nice things to snack on there, too.

Currently, they are staring out at the water wearing a nice, flowy and long white sundress with blue floral patterns all over it. It's complete with spaghetti straps, wrist singed in by a white belt corset. He's sitting with his legs out to the side, one arm supporting their weight. There is a white bow in his hair yet again, silky and shining in a pearly hue when the light hits it just right. Rose's skin glitters in a way it distinctly hadn't before, just as pearly as the bow in their hair, yet with a more blueish purple hue, giving for an almost ethereal look to his skin. Lightning climbs just one of his arms today, visible in nothing but a pale white against his skin.

Rose had been waiting for a little while, though they'd also arrived particularly early to make everything a perfect as they could make it.

[laertesthelocalstranger]

Laertes!! Laertes pretty girl!

We really need to have a talk sometime soon, I think? Unless you want to forget what happened in the Institute.

Please, can we make out a time to meet? Anywhere you'd like, I'll take you. Say the word and I'll be there.

- @pleiades-cabin-talk

Sure! There's a cafe by the institute my brother likes a lot, why don't we check it out? Pretty sure I'm free Saturday afternoon, if that works for you?

[pleiades-cabin-talk]

Saturday works, but maybe a different café?

I went there with Ellery recently, and it was lovely but ah..hm. I think I don't want to stand anywhere near the front of that place for a little bit.

Say handsome, what's your opinion on picnics? There's a nice park with a lovely little lake not too far from the Institute either, if you're willing to join me for that? I'd love to watch the sunset with a prince like you at my side.

Laertes!! Laertes pretty girl!

We really need to have a talk sometime soon, I think? Unless you want to forget what happened in the Institute.

Please, can we make out a time to meet? Anywhere you'd like, I'll take you. Say the word and I'll be there.

- @pleiades-cabin-talk

Sure! There's a cafe by the institute my brother likes a lot, why don't we check it out? Pretty sure I'm free Saturday afternoon, if that works for you?

[laertesthelocalstranger]

They sit down beside him. Something about them feels distinctly different. More energy, less direction. Their eyes shine almost like a pile of broken glass shards in the right light. Their teeth are sharper. He's tired.

"I'm sorry I'm late. Things have been...hectic." Gaining and failing to cope with a new patron hectic. Almost losing your siblings to a Web-powered 'mother' hectic. Getting gunned down by your dad hectic. Meeting the ghost of your undead friend hectic.

Laertes stumbles into the picnic site with a rush that makes it seem like he was in a hurry to get here. They wear a long, high-wasted yellow tulle skirt, an oversized red marching band jacket worn loosely around their shoulders, and a plain white t-shirt. She stole the skirt from Jon. They really need to get more.

It's an eclectic mix. But that's just Laertes.

@laertesthelocalstranger

Rose is already waiting patiently at the site, sitting on the big, blue and white checkered picnic blanket he'd brought. There is a basket full of nice things to snack on there, too.

Currently, they are staring out at the water wearing a nice, flowy and long white sundress with blue floral patterns all over it. It's complete with spaghetti straps, wrist singed in by a white belt corset. He's sitting with his legs out to the side, one arm supporting their weight. There is a white bow in his hair yet again, silky and shining in a pearly hue when the light hits it just right. Rose's skin glitters in a way it distinctly hadn't before, just as pearly as the bow in their hair, yet with a more blueish purple hue, giving for an almost ethereal look to his skin. Lightning climbs just one of his arms today, visible in nothing but a pale white against his skin.

Rose had been waiting for a little while, though they'd also arrived particularly early to make everything a perfect as they could make it.

[pleiades-cabin-talk]

Rose let's Laertes take his hand, giving a sad smile at her. It takes him a good minute or so before he says, in a voice soft as cotton candy clouds and quiet as the breeze; "I don't think there's a time I've not be afraid." The whisper is spoken as if a secret, one Rose rarely even dares to admit to himself. But yet it rings true, like a small bell chiming at the top of a café door. Rose wants to let Laertes inside his store. Wants to try making warm drinks again, wants to soothe the metaphorical burns on his hands from allowing himself nothing jut bitter coffee. Laertes'touch feels like a balm to the hurt in a way he's not familiar with.

Rose averts his gaze, hopes that maybe, just maybe, the world wouldn't come crumbling down at his admission.

"But I don't want...I don't want to keep letting that stop me from living. I've done that long enough." his eyes search for the others again, and the fear in him, while ever present, cools down just enough for him to give a much more genuine smile.

Laertes stumbles into the picnic site with a rush that makes it seem like he was in a hurry to get here. They wear a long, high-wasted yellow tulle skirt, an oversized red marching band jacket worn loosely around their shoulders, and a plain white t-shirt. She stole the skirt from Jon. They really need to get more.

It's an eclectic mix. But that's just Laertes.

@laertesthelocalstranger

Rose is already waiting patiently at the site, sitting on the big, blue and white checkered picnic blanket he'd brought. There is a basket full of nice things to snack on there, too.

Currently, they are staring out at the water wearing a nice, flowy and long white sundress with blue floral patterns all over it. It's complete with spaghetti straps, wrist singed in by a white belt corset. He's sitting with his legs out to the side, one arm supporting their weight. There is a white bow in his hair yet again, silky and shining in a pearly hue when the light hits it just right. Rose's skin glitters in a way it distinctly hadn't before, just as pearly as the bow in their hair, yet with a more blueish purple hue, giving for an almost ethereal look to his skin. Lightning climbs just one of his arms today, visible in nothing but a pale white against his skin.

Rose had been waiting for a little while, though they'd also arrived particularly early to make everything a perfect as they could make it.

[pleiades-cabin-talk]

Rose turns his head to Laertes when she seats himself, smiling warmly within seconds. "It's alright, darling." There is something different about Rose this time, too. He's calm, in a way that differs to the way he was before, and yet there is a certain restless air to him at the same time like a temporarily subdued animal fighting anesthetics.

"I'm glad you made it at all, if anything. I've missed you." he scoots over just enough to wrap her in a hug, giving a reassuring squeeze before he dares to pull away, though remaining close and placing one of his hands on Laertes'. He's cold. His fingers had sbeen cold last time, too. But now they were down right freezing. "Do you want to talk about it, or would you prefer I distract you my prince?"

Laertes stumbles into the picnic site with a rush that makes it seem like he was in a hurry to get here. They wear a long, high-wasted yellow tulle skirt, an oversized red marching band jacket worn loosely around their shoulders, and a plain white t-shirt. She stole the skirt from Jon. They really need to get more.

It's an eclectic mix. But that's just Laertes.

@laertesthelocalstranger

Rose is already waiting patiently at the site, sitting on the big, blue and white checkered picnic blanket he'd brought. There is a basket full of nice things to snack on there, too.

Currently, they are staring out at the water wearing a nice, flowy and long white sundress with blue floral patterns all over it. It's complete with spaghetti straps, wrist singed in by a white belt corset. He's sitting with his legs out to the side, one arm supporting their weight. There is a white bow in his hair yet again, silky and shining in a pearly hue when the light hits it just right. Rose's skin glitters in a way it distinctly hadn't before, just as pearly as the bow in their hair, yet with a more blueish purple hue, giving for an almost ethereal look to his skin. Lightning climbs just one of his arms today, visible in nothing but a pale white against his skin.

Rose had been waiting for a little while, though they'd also arrived particularly early to make everything a perfect as they could make it.

[laertesthelocalstranger]

Laertes studies their face, then sighs and takes their hand in his. "You're scared, love. It's too uncertain for you. I don't want this to be something you have to keep being afraid about."

Laertes stumbles into the picnic site with a rush that makes it seem like he was in a hurry to get here. They wear a long, high-wasted yellow tulle skirt, an oversized red marching band jacket worn loosely around their shoulders, and a plain white t-shirt. She stole the skirt from Jon. They really need to get more.

It's an eclectic mix. But that's just Laertes.

@laertesthelocalstranger

Rose is already waiting patiently at the site, sitting on the big, blue and white checkered picnic blanket he'd brought. There is a basket full of nice things to snack on there, too.

Currently, they are staring out at the water wearing a nice, flowy and long white sundress with blue floral patterns all over it. It's complete with spaghetti straps, wrist singed in by a white belt corset. He's sitting with his legs out to the side, one arm supporting their weight. There is a white bow in his hair yet again, silky and shining in a pearly hue when the light hits it just right. Rose's skin glitters in a way it distinctly hadn't before, just as pearly as the bow in their hair, yet with a more blueish purple hue, giving for an almost ethereal look to his skin. Lightning climbs just one of his arms today, visible in nothing but a pale white against his skin.

Rose had been waiting for a little while, though they'd also arrived particularly early to make everything a perfect as they could make it.

[laertesthelocalstranger]

Sounds like I'll see you there, gorgeous <3

Laertes!! Laertes pretty girl!

We really need to have a talk sometime soon, I think? Unless you want to forget what happened in the Institute.

Please, can we make out a time to meet? Anywhere you'd like, I'll take you. Say the word and I'll be there.

- @pleiades-cabin-talk

Sure! There's a cafe by the institute my brother likes a lot, why don't we check it out? Pretty sure I'm free Saturday afternoon, if that works for you?

[pleiades-cabin-talk]

They nod. They hate that they're starting to feel like there simply is no right or wrong answer. It would all be so much easier if he could curse himself for having done a terrible thing. But being unsure if he did makes him all the more guilty.

It takes a moment before he shakes his head, sighing before he looks back up at the Stranger infront of him, taking him in, giving a weak, small smile. Fear is radiating off of him. Fear of not knowing what is wrong or right, but he smiles anyway.

"Do you... Do you think you want to try this? Us, I mean? I'll...try and teach you the things I know, if that's what you'd like. I need you to know I've...I have some expirience, when it comes to relationships. I...go around, sometimes. I've had flings. I want you to know I don't see you as that, but I don't want to hide this from you at the very least. I am poly, I tend to like more people than one, and if that's something you're not okay with, then that's perfectly fine. I'll... I'll always be fine with just being friends, if you prefer."

Laertes stumbles into the picnic site with a rush that makes it seem like he was in a hurry to get here. They wear a long, high-wasted yellow tulle skirt, an oversized red marching band jacket worn loosely around their shoulders, and a plain white t-shirt. She stole the skirt from Jon. They really need to get more.

It's an eclectic mix. But that's just Laertes.

@laertesthelocalstranger

Rose is already waiting patiently at the site, sitting on the big, blue and white checkered picnic blanket he'd brought. There is a basket full of nice things to snack on there, too.

Currently, they are staring out at the water wearing a nice, flowy and long white sundress with blue floral patterns all over it. It's complete with spaghetti straps, wrist singed in by a white belt corset. He's sitting with his legs out to the side, one arm supporting their weight. There is a white bow in his hair yet again, silky and shining in a pearly hue when the light hits it just right. Rose's skin glitters in a way it distinctly hadn't before, just as pearly as the bow in their hair, yet with a more blueish purple hue, giving for an almost ethereal look to his skin. Lightning climbs just one of his arms today, visible in nothing but a pale white against his skin.

Rose had been waiting for a little while, though they'd also arrived particularly early to make everything a perfect as they could make it.

[laertesthelocalstranger]

"Yeah, I think so. I mean- outside of things I haven't learned about yet- I have a pretty sound understanding of...well, most concepts, really. Or most normal things to have an understanding of. And I've only been out learning for two years, so...yes?"

He's very mature for his age(?).

Laertes stumbles into the picnic site with a rush that makes it seem like he was in a hurry to get here. They wear a long, high-wasted yellow tulle skirt, an oversized red marching band jacket worn loosely around their shoulders, and a plain white t-shirt. She stole the skirt from Jon. They really need to get more.

It's an eclectic mix. But that's just Laertes.

@laertesthelocalstranger

Rose is already waiting patiently at the site, sitting on the big, blue and white checkered picnic blanket he'd brought. There is a basket full of nice things to snack on there, too.

Currently, they are staring out at the water wearing a nice, flowy and long white sundress with blue floral patterns all over it. It's complete with spaghetti straps, wrist singed in by a white belt corset. He's sitting with his legs out to the side, one arm supporting their weight. There is a white bow in his hair yet again, silky and shining in a pearly hue when the light hits it just right. Rose's skin glitters in a way it distinctly hadn't before, just as pearly as the bow in their hair, yet with a more blueish purple hue, giving for an almost ethereal look to his skin. Lightning climbs just one of his arms today, visible in nothing but a pale white against his skin.

Rose had been waiting for a little while, though they'd also arrived particularly early to make everything a perfect as they could make it.

[pleiades-cabin-talk]

It's his turn to listen and so he does, eyes flitting between hers, the blanket beneath them, his hands and hers, the world around them. Anywhere and everywhere, really, but he's listening. He's still debating with himself about all of this and what his own actions mean, but he cannot deny that Laertes makes some good points of his own.

When Laertes us done talking, Rose mulls everything over in the back of his head. Repeats over and over until words turn into mush, rechewing like a cow on what he wants to think. What he's supposed to think. What he should say.

From what he understands. Laertes, at least somewhat, adapts to whatever age he chooses to be. I'm some sort of sense of the word, anyway.

It clicks, then, that there is a very real and very human equivalent to this. Albeit normally a trauma response. A heavy one at that and not something that can be controlled. But...still, there are similarities that stroke Rose, so he speaks up about it. "...That...kind of reminds me of age regression, a bit." he admits. From the little he knows about it, and he only knows anything at all because, while it's a concept that has always scared him, he'd taken care of two once. Just a little while, but he'd wanted to be there for the person even if it was something he wasn't really good with. He wanted to be a safe place back then. He still does, now. He knows age regression is usually into very young ages, but not exactly always. He wonders if Laertes situation is similar to that, but with better control over it? Maybe he's entirely off, though. He's unsure.

"... Uhm, aside from having had less time to know and understand things, do you...understand concepts easily enough? Pick up new things well?" he isn't sure where he's going with this. He wasn't even at the start of this. But he's trying. He really, really is.

Laertes stumbles into the picnic site with a rush that makes it seem like he was in a hurry to get here. They wear a long, high-wasted yellow tulle skirt, an oversized red marching band jacket worn loosely around their shoulders, and a plain white t-shirt. She stole the skirt from Jon. They really need to get more.

It's an eclectic mix. But that's just Laertes.

@laertesthelocalstranger

Rose is already waiting patiently at the site, sitting on the big, blue and white checkered picnic blanket he'd brought. There is a basket full of nice things to snack on there, too.

Currently, they are staring out at the water wearing a nice, flowy and long white sundress with blue floral patterns all over it. It's complete with spaghetti straps, wrist singed in by a white belt corset. He's sitting with his legs out to the side, one arm supporting their weight. There is a white bow in his hair yet again, silky and shining in a pearly hue when the light hits it just right. Rose's skin glitters in a way it distinctly hadn't before, just as pearly as the bow in their hair, yet with a more blueish purple hue, giving for an almost ethereal look to his skin. Lightning climbs just one of his arms today, visible in nothing but a pale white against his skin.

Rose had been waiting for a little while, though they'd also arrived particularly early to make everything a perfect as they could make it.

[laertesthelocalstranger]

Laertes is unreadable as they listen. Rose is making some very good points here. She really shouldn't be so confused here, should she?

"...I don't know. I'll admit I'm not super- experienced on the subject? But I don't know if that qualifies me as a kid. I know I'm-" She cuts herself off, frustrated.

"I'm not very sure where I'm childish, or childlike, or whatever you wanna call it, and where I'm legitimately a child. I know I'm more mature at times and around certain people than others, and I know that I spend a fair amount of time in the physical body of a child. But I spend more in that of an adult. So I'm not sure."

He presents as a kid among family + Axel, an adult among good friends, and anywhere he wants with strangers. He never thought it would have any consequences. But is the kid thing him being more open, or just thinking family dynamics are better when he's perceived as younger? They'd never put that much thought into it.

Laertes stumbles into the picnic site with a rush that makes it seem like he was in a hurry to get here. They wear a long, high-wasted yellow tulle skirt, an oversized red marching band jacket worn loosely around their shoulders, and a plain white t-shirt. She stole the skirt from Jon. They really need to get more.

It's an eclectic mix. But that's just Laertes.

@laertesthelocalstranger

Rose is already waiting patiently at the site, sitting on the big, blue and white checkered picnic blanket he'd brought. There is a basket full of nice things to snack on there, too.

Currently, they are staring out at the water wearing a nice, flowy and long white sundress with blue floral patterns all over it. It's complete with spaghetti straps, wrist singed in by a white belt corset. He's sitting with his legs out to the side, one arm supporting their weight. There is a white bow in his hair yet again, silky and shining in a pearly hue when the light hits it just right. Rose's skin glitters in a way it distinctly hadn't before, just as pearly as the bow in their hair, yet with a more blueish purple hue, giving for an almost ethereal look to his skin. Lightning climbs just one of his arms today, visible in nothing but a pale white against his skin.

Rose had been waiting for a little while, though they'd also arrived particularly early to make everything a perfect as they could make it.

[pleiades-cabin-talk]

Rose chews on his lip, listens. He's thinking, turning the words over in his head like pebbles, watching thoughts like bugs skitter out from underneath. He does not know what to do with the 'being created' side of things. But he supposes, Strangers kind of have to come from somewhere, if not by mark. He'd ask, but nows not the time to focus on that, he decides.

He's trying to decide whenever the amount of knowledge Laertes has gathered over the unsure time frame is something he could or should go by. With age comes knowledge, after all. Maturity with expiriences. Rose doesn't know how long Laertes has properly lived, outside. Though if it really is only two years...but then again, putting an adult out into the wild world for two years and a toddler still would not give the same result.

How are you to judge someone's maturity with nothing to base it on?

"...right" he starts slowly. "That's...I'll be honest with you, because you deserve at the very least that, I am...torn. Uncertain. You seem like you can make your own decisions to me. You seem mature enough to...to at least understand what we did there. I desperately hope you do, anyway. But I'm admitably...scared? I don't know how to make a proper educated decision on this, all I know is that I've...gone ahead and done something like that to you, with you, and...I don't know if I'm supposed to regret it? I feel horrible for not regretting it, even like this. What if I hurt you? What if you can't make a decision about this yourself because you don't know what you're doing...?"

He shouldn't be putting it all on Laertes like that. He should be the strong one here, not her and yet here Rose was, misty eyed looking up at Laertes with eyes that resemble those of a seal. Scanning her face for something. Anything.

Laertes stumbles into the picnic site with a rush that makes it seem like he was in a hurry to get here. They wear a long, high-wasted yellow tulle skirt, an oversized red marching band jacket worn loosely around their shoulders, and a plain white t-shirt. She stole the skirt from Jon. They really need to get more.

It's an eclectic mix. But that's just Laertes.

@laertesthelocalstranger

Rose is already waiting patiently at the site, sitting on the big, blue and white checkered picnic blanket he'd brought. There is a basket full of nice things to snack on there, too.

Currently, they are staring out at the water wearing a nice, flowy and long white sundress with blue floral patterns all over it. It's complete with spaghetti straps, wrist singed in by a white belt corset. He's sitting with his legs out to the side, one arm supporting their weight. There is a white bow in his hair yet again, silky and shining in a pearly hue when the light hits it just right. Rose's skin glitters in a way it distinctly hadn't before, just as pearly as the bow in their hair, yet with a more blueish purple hue, giving for an almost ethereal look to his skin. Lightning climbs just one of his arms today, visible in nothing but a pale white against his skin.

Rose had been waiting for a little while, though they'd also arrived particularly early to make everything a perfect as they could make it.

[pleiades-cabin-talk]

Can't wait to take in the blessed sight of you once more <3

Shame that there is a full day more I must endure without my beautiful bloom

Laertes!! Laertes pretty girl!

We really need to have a talk sometime soon, I think? Unless you want to forget what happened in the Institute.

Please, can we make out a time to meet? Anywhere you'd like, I'll take you. Say the word and I'll be there.

- @pleiades-cabin-talk

Sure! There's a cafe by the institute my brother likes a lot, why don't we check it out? Pretty sure I'm free Saturday afternoon, if that works for you?

[laertesthelocalstranger]

"I don't know."

It's not like he'd had a calendar on the wall those years in the arts and crafts room, not like he'd gotten birthday parties. And even then, would it matter? All of those years he spent the exact same indeterminable age. It was one of the few things Momma never changed. He thinks he was in the shape of someone roughly between ten and twenty? But there's no margin for error here. And two years had passed since then, and he's been every age on the spectrum since then.

"I don't know how long ago I was created, but I don't think that ever aligned much with mental maturity. Spent who knows how many years the same age, and spent the last two years everywhere in between. I get called kid by a lot of people, but I'm an adult to a lot of people, too."

Laertes stumbles into the picnic site with a rush that makes it seem like he was in a hurry to get here. They wear a long, high-wasted yellow tulle skirt, an oversized red marching band jacket worn loosely around their shoulders, and a plain white t-shirt. She stole the skirt from Jon. They really need to get more.

It's an eclectic mix. But that's just Laertes.

@laertesthelocalstranger

Rose is already waiting patiently at the site, sitting on the big, blue and white checkered picnic blanket he'd brought. There is a basket full of nice things to snack on there, too.

Currently, they are staring out at the water wearing a nice, flowy and long white sundress with blue floral patterns all over it. It's complete with spaghetti straps, wrist singed in by a white belt corset. He's sitting with his legs out to the side, one arm supporting their weight. There is a white bow in his hair yet again, silky and shining in a pearly hue when the light hits it just right. Rose's skin glitters in a way it distinctly hadn't before, just as pearly as the bow in their hair, yet with a more blueish purple hue, giving for an almost ethereal look to his skin. Lightning climbs just one of his arms today, visible in nothing but a pale white against his skin.

Rose had been waiting for a little while, though they'd also arrived particularly early to make everything a perfect as they could make it.

[laertesthelocalstranger]

The day will quickly steep itself in night, and the night will quickly dream away the time. Until tomorrow, my love

Laertes!! Laertes pretty girl!

We really need to have a talk sometime soon, I think? Unless you want to forget what happened in the Institute.

Please, can we make out a time to meet? Anywhere you'd like, I'll take you. Say the word and I'll be there.

- @pleiades-cabin-talk

Sure! There's a cafe by the institute my brother likes a lot, why don't we check it out? Pretty sure I'm free Saturday afternoon, if that works for you?