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victory_road2019-02-10 05:06 pm
pkemeter) wrote in victory_road2019-02-10 05:06 pm
[closed] hold on my heart
Who: Egon Spengler, Peter Venkman, and Ray Stantz
What: A REAL Valentine's Day date, for once
Where: Goldenrod City
When: February 14th
Warnings: None, at the moment!
[When you devise an experiment that has you sleep for only fourteen minutes a day, you end up spending most of the time awake just thinking. And Egon Spengler has done a lot of thinking for the past two weeks--mostly about Pokémon research and breeding and whatever rules govern this strange dimension, but...his partners, as well. When his thoughts overflow--and they frequently do--he ends up taking out his notebook and writing down whatever words he has in mind. Over the last few months, the notebook has become laden with loose papers and sticky notes annotating various observations, thoughts, general ramblings....
Tonight is no different as Egon scratches his pencil against the dogeared paper, occasionally pausing to look over at the sleeping Ray Stantz. Venkman has been lying between them, and although his head is turned away, Egon assumes that he's sleeping.
It's Valentine's Day today. If he wants to get this right for his partners, he'll need to rest. He closes his notebook and slips it into his bag, then places his glasses on the bedside table.
One minute, he's awake and staring at the ceiling--the next, he's rubbing his eyes open and...staring at the ceiling, yet again. The only thing to indicate that any time has passed is the numbers on the digital clock on the desk beside him--
Hm. That PokéBall wasn't there before. Egon frowns lightly, reaching for his glasses and putting them on. He glances over at Ray's side--there's another PokéBall on his bedside table, as well. A puzzled expression appears on his face as slowly sits up, stretching his limbs as he does so. He goes to pick up the PokéBall, turning it over in his hand and examining it closely.
He doesn't notice anything about Venkman, yet.]
What: A REAL Valentine's Day date, for once
Where: Goldenrod City
When: February 14th
Warnings: None, at the moment!
[When you devise an experiment that has you sleep for only fourteen minutes a day, you end up spending most of the time awake just thinking. And Egon Spengler has done a lot of thinking for the past two weeks--mostly about Pokémon research and breeding and whatever rules govern this strange dimension, but...his partners, as well. When his thoughts overflow--and they frequently do--he ends up taking out his notebook and writing down whatever words he has in mind. Over the last few months, the notebook has become laden with loose papers and sticky notes annotating various observations, thoughts, general ramblings....
Tonight is no different as Egon scratches his pencil against the dogeared paper, occasionally pausing to look over at the sleeping Ray Stantz. Venkman has been lying between them, and although his head is turned away, Egon assumes that he's sleeping.
It's Valentine's Day today. If he wants to get this right for his partners, he'll need to rest. He closes his notebook and slips it into his bag, then places his glasses on the bedside table.
One minute, he's awake and staring at the ceiling--the next, he's rubbing his eyes open and...staring at the ceiling, yet again. The only thing to indicate that any time has passed is the numbers on the digital clock on the desk beside him--
Hm. That PokéBall wasn't there before. Egon frowns lightly, reaching for his glasses and putting them on. He glances over at Ray's side--there's another PokéBall on his bedside table, as well. A puzzled expression appears on his face as slowly sits up, stretching his limbs as he does so. He goes to pick up the PokéBall, turning it over in his hand and examining it closely.
He doesn't notice anything about Venkman, yet.]
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... Uh, if the color is too bright for you I'm happy with getting you some more muted colors for a jumpsuit.
[Ray is so excited to see the thick leather bound book and was just about to crack into the book until he notices Egon acting weird.]
Spengs, are you alright?
[Should he be worried?]
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I was--I had planned to write-- [He clears his throat. His voice sounds uncharacteristically unsure, wavering slightly as he speaks.] Let me, ah, try again.
[He collects himself for a minute, gripping the notebook tightly in his hands. He starts slowly, deliberating over his words as he enunciates.]
It is--It is my understanding that Valentine's Day rituals tend to contain some form of sentimentalism within either verbal or written words. I had planned to construct something previous to today, but--I, ah, found that task to be...more difficult than I had anticipated. [He pauses, swallowing.] But--But that is not because I do not wish to put the effort towards it. It just seems nearly impossible to fully encapsulate how I feel about--about everything.
[He seems to grow in confidence, his voice much more level and flat than earlier. He starts speaking slightly faster as he continues to wear down the pages of his notebook.] Ray, even after you found out I was from another dimension, your enthusiasm and affection hardly wavered. Your constant pursuit and excitement of the unknown mirrors my adoration for you the more we continue our research and--and Peter, despite what you otherwise say, you have always supported and defended us regardless of how others may feel on the matter, and that level of dedication and love is a trait that makes me feel as though--as though we will be able to overcome whatever obstacles lie in our path. And Winston, if only he were here--
[He's getting off track. He shakes his head, scrubbing at his face with his hand.] It hardly seems appropriate to use such finite terms to even attempt to convey the amount of affection and awe I hold for you both. The human body is compromised of billions upon billions of atoms, and even if you wrote the word 'love' on every one of those minuscule protons, it would not equal even a tenth of the amount of love I hold for you both, for it would still be calculable and quantifiable, and...nothing so observably infinite could hope to measure up to my feelings for either of you.
[He takes a moment to breathe, staring at the two of them with an incredibly apprehensive expression on his face. After a few seconds of silence, he quietly closes his notebook and places it on the bed.]
I'm...I apologize if that was too much.
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After Egon finishes the speech, Ray sits there stunned for a few moments before tears flow from his eyes.
You did it, Egon, Ray is practically bawling right now.]
Th-that was beautiful, Spengs. I love you so much.
[He gently pets the sleeping Cubone as he cries.]
i dont have an icon gay enough for this which is a travesty
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Venkman pulls Egon into a downright bone-crushing hug, arms too tight and his hand digging into his back- hard- and he only seems to realize how it might hurt after a few moments pass, and his grip loosens just a fraction, his hands running soothing circles over where his nails probably just dug in-
He's crying. His shoulders shake and he's trembling violently against Egon's chest, and muffling sobs against him.
Venkman can hear Egon's heartbeat.]
Don't- don't you ever apologize, you- you bastard, I love you- Ray, c'mere, fuck-
[He pries one arm away from Egon to drag Ray over into the hug. It's awkward, probably dislodged the poor Cubone and the egg, the Porygon is probably very confused, and two out of three of the people on this bed are outright bawling, but Venkman feels like he's going to combust from all the emotion he's feeling right now.
Usually when Venkman actually does cry- a rarity in itself-, the only thing he can focus on is how he needs to stop, by any means necessary, as soon as possible. Right now, all he can think about is how god damned lucky he is, and how much he loves these two.]
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He feels an overwhelming emotion in his chest--relief, lingering anxiety, and just sheer adoration and love for the two of them. Carefully, he wraps his arms around them and pulls them both in for a tight hug, letting the silence say what needs to be said--if there even is anything else that can be said after that.
After a few moments, he threads his fingers through Venkman's hair and squeezes Ray's shoulder, though he doesn't move away.]
Perhaps-- [His voice cracks uncharacteristically, and he clears his throat.] We should get out of bed.
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Ray meanwhile is going a mile a minute mentally. He has so many emotions and thoughts going through his brain, that he has no idea what to focus on as he's being hugged. He feels like the luckiest man in the universe right now and, even as he's crying, he's over the moon right now.
Ray was hiccuping from crying so much now, but he barely even notices; he's too happy and in love to care.
He quickly follows the other two and wraps his arms tightly around Venkman and Egon, quietly repeating "I love you" to the both of them, as if worried they would forget if he didn't remind them every few seconds.
Eventually he lets go, rubbing the tears from his eyes.]
We probably should. We can't spend all day in bed when we have such a great morning open to us!
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He takes a long, shuddering breath before he speaks again.]
Whatever you guys want. Anything you want.
[He laughs, a little shakily, his face still pressed into Egon's chest. He doesn't like people seeing when he cries, no matter who it is- it's easier to handle if he can hide his face.]
I love you.