[ the pause is palpable. juno can feel it on the air, a little heavy. it's tangible memory, and for a moment he breathes it in - a phantom scent that must be lodged by association in the back of his mind. martian dust and blood and nureyev, indescribable and warm. he lingers in that moment, because it's rare nureyev finds time when given the floor to stop and he wishes he could fill it for a half moment with a shitty joke or something vulgar.
miasma is a whole other story, one that makes the lid over juno's new eye flinch as if on reflex as he finds nureyev's eyes with a sort of half-shrug. she was... an ordeal, and some days juno is sure he still feels the hiss of her memory rooted around in the back of his skull. she's hard to forget.
and then the moment ends, and juno blinks. nureyev's back. ]
Sure you're not gonna get tired of Noble?
[ a tilt of the head, both eyes squinting a little. his hands come together, lacing fingers together, thumb worrying thumb. ]
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miasma is a whole other story, one that makes the lid over juno's new eye flinch as if on reflex as he finds nureyev's eyes with a sort of half-shrug. she was... an ordeal, and some days juno is sure he still feels the hiss of her memory rooted around in the back of his skull. she's hard to forget.
and then the moment ends, and juno blinks. nureyev's back. ]
Sure you're not gonna get tired of Noble?
[ a tilt of the head, both eyes squinting a little. his hands come together, lacing fingers together, thumb worrying thumb. ]
A different naming scheme won't hurt you, y'know.