Kent/Feldspar
Dec. 13th, 2024 07:37 pm"Just once more," they had said when Ellie's team petitioned for it. She was busy with Palmer, falling in love with science while he fell in love with God, and Kent was left to pick up the pieces. He wanted another damn go at it. The Machine had a pricetag in the billions; it was begging to be used again.
But they wouldn't let Ellie go. They wouldn't let just anyone go. They wanted someone who knew how it worked, who had been there from the beginning, but someone who isn't completely taken in by Ellie's words.
That leads them to a dozen people and they end up with Kent. He's blind, but that's not what decides it. They claim that he wouldn't hallucinate the way Ellie did. That he has a unique perspective.
And, he's already proven himself steady and loyal.
He experiences it all the way that Ellie does, but something goes wrong on the other end. Maybe another terrorist attack. Maybe not. All he knows is that he's in the sphere and then, suddenly, he's floating, unable to find his footing until a great crash and he slams into the bottom of the machine.
He groans, pulling his helmet on with a grunt and a wince.
"Fuck this," he mutters, finding the edge of the sphere with his hands. There was a door there somewhere. He just - has to find it.
But they wouldn't let Ellie go. They wouldn't let just anyone go. They wanted someone who knew how it worked, who had been there from the beginning, but someone who isn't completely taken in by Ellie's words.
That leads them to a dozen people and they end up with Kent. He's blind, but that's not what decides it. They claim that he wouldn't hallucinate the way Ellie did. That he has a unique perspective.
And, he's already proven himself steady and loyal.
He experiences it all the way that Ellie does, but something goes wrong on the other end. Maybe another terrorist attack. Maybe not. All he knows is that he's in the sphere and then, suddenly, he's floating, unable to find his footing until a great crash and he slams into the bottom of the machine.
He groans, pulling his helmet on with a grunt and a wince.
"Fuck this," he mutters, finding the edge of the sphere with his hands. There was a door there somewhere. He just - has to find it.
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Date: 2025-11-16 02:27 pm (UTC)They take their hand and stand up. "That...well, what are we going to do?'
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Date: 2025-11-16 02:42 pm (UTC)Lapis just stares at Feldspar and crumbles a little.
Just be a Hatchling.
They don't know if they remember how to be that way.
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Date: 2025-11-16 03:41 pm (UTC)There’s nothing at stake there. Hal will help Lapis, they just know it. “Best part about this plan? There’s no pressure to get it right. I mean, when was the last time you spent any real time with your buddy, huh?”
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Date: 2025-11-16 07:05 pm (UTC)Being told what to do, like they're a child again, heals something immediately in them that has felt like a gaping wound for so long. "Okay," they say with a nod and then give Feldspar a tight hug. "Do you want me to walk you back?"
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Date: 2025-11-16 07:12 pm (UTC)Lapis gives them a quick kiss on their cheek and then leaves them there, trusting that they can make their way back and giving them the privacy that they know they need.
Lapis needs time to think, too.
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Date: 2025-11-16 07:19 pm (UTC)“Kent? Kent, are you around?”
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Date: 2025-11-16 07:21 pm (UTC)Kent's in the room, tidying a bit, though there's a fishing pole leaned against the side of the door. "I'm here," he says, using his hands to feel around the bed to make sure it's done.
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Date: 2025-11-16 07:52 pm (UTC)“You smell like a campfire.”
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Date: 2025-11-16 08:14 pm (UTC)They smile and drop their hands to hold him around the waist. “I love you more than I love the stars, Kent.”
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Date: 2025-11-16 08:19 pm (UTC)"What's this about?" he wonders, dopey and grinning.
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Date: 2025-11-16 08:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-11-17 01:43 am (UTC)"Start from the beginning?"
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Date: 2025-11-17 02:18 am (UTC)They take Kent’s hand and bring him to the bed. “Lapis took me to finally see the inside of that big structure they were being so cagey about. There’s a whole separate world beneath our feet.”
Fortunately Feldspar’s natural inclination for storytelling helps paint the picture of everything Lapis had shared with them that morning. They talk about the aliens and the whole reason they ended up in the star system, the destruction of their home in the pursuit of something called the Eye of the Universe. They explain how they were fearful of what they found and isolated themselves, and then punished one of them who had tried to release the Eye’s signal.
And then Feldspar talks about the simulation and the prisoner. “They died over and over again - I think Lapis was terrified to see them again and lose them forever.”
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Date: 2025-11-17 02:29 am (UTC)"So what happened?"
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Date: 2025-11-17 02:39 am (UTC)Truthfully, Kent's been waiting for this moment for a while. For Lapis to let down their walls, for Feldspar to take those steps. And this is a damn weird way of doing it, but - it happened. And Kent couldn't be happier.
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Date: 2025-11-17 02:54 am (UTC)A simple way of summarizing all of those insecurities they felt about their return and being whoever it was they are now that they’re some washed up astronaut. But they’re still Feldspar - they’re still Kent’s spouse, Lapis’ Mapa, friend of Gossan, Slate, Hornfels and Esker, little troublemaking hatchling raised by Gneiss and Tektite.
“There’s a lot of good still to be had here at the end of the universe. I think maybe I just had to find my place in it again, y’know?”
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Date: 2025-11-17 03:03 am (UTC)He brings them in for a quick kiss.
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Date: 2025-11-17 03:23 am (UTC)They grin a little more lecherously and finds the hem of his shirt to slip their fingers up underneath it.
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