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[Locked to Trucy]

Trucy? ...There is something I would like to give you. A present. I think it will prove useful to you, both in Asgard and at home. And...there is something I wish to tell you along with it.

...It concerns Apollo as well, so I will be inviting him too.

[Locked to Apollo]

Apollo, are you free today? I understand you have a number of projects, but there is something I must tell you and Trucy. And I would not feel right doing it any way except face to face with both of you.

[Action - Freyr common area]

[ Lamiroir is trying to take her nerves off this meeting... it's interesting how easily stage fright can be compartmentalized, but the thought of how these two might react to what she has to say has her tensed up. She distracts herself noting the composition for a song, but considering the subject matter--a reunion--perhaps it's not a complete distraction. ]

Now with your light back in my eyes
I send my voice out to reach you...

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[Trucy finally flicked open the locket, only to have a younger Lamiroir smiling back at her.

...Then it was true. But if she didn't die in that accident, why did she abandon her after Zak took off?

Smile, Trucy. Don't let it get to you.] I've always wanted a brother, looks like I've had one all along!

I meant--

[Apollo isn't quite sure precisely what he did mean by the question, speaking out of surprise and confusion. He's not at his most eloquent.

But it is odd, isn't it, that he should happen to become an attorney and grow up to end up working on a case involving her and Troupe Gramarye? It seems like such an incredible, odd coincidence, considering... Oh. He frowns, pushing that thought away for now.]

--what happened? [Trucy had been left by Zak after the trial, and there'd been the accident, but all that had happened after he'd been born. He'd assumed his birth parents couldn't take care of him for some reason, but his mother was a famous magician? He just doesn't understand, but there must be an explanation. Most things have an explanation.] That's all.

[He glances at Trucy when she speaks.] Right. I guess you do! [He smiles at her at this, and that is a good thing, isn't it? Though it hasn't really sunk in yet, and it's hard to think of Trucy as his sister right away, when he's only known her a few months.

They didn't grow up together.]

[ The locket, and realization of what must be in it, finally clicks as it opens... but Trucy does not say anything about her and focuses on Apollo.

It does not take a bracelet to realize this is a moment to focus, and though Lamiroir pays careful attention to Apollo's question, one that deserves and needs answering, she can't help but ponder why Trucy is behaving like that. Has she somehow hurt her...? She feels hurt herself, though she knows Trucy hardly meant for that.

Unfortunately, Apollo's question is a difficult one, and she closes her eyes momentarily, thinking of the past and regrets she had until recently forgotten. There were lost joys, too. ]

...Your father was not Zak, Apollo. He was a performer who appeared with the troupe as a guest. ...My father was quite unhappy about us being together. They could get along professionally, but off the stage was another matter. Still, we were determined, so we married. And when Father still could not be happy for us, I left the troupe to start a new life, with a new family. [ She takes a look at Trucy, sure this is news for her, too: her first marriage had not exactly been an easy or even acceptable topic within the troupe. ]

...You were born. Both Dyeus and I were very happy. You were named after the god of light, as the light of the future we would have. But that future was not meant to be. [ Her voice is steady, time distancing from the grief, and she is certain Apollo already picked up from the use of tenses that his father is firmly in the past. ] He died by accident months after you were born. He...was young. Twenty. [ Apollo was already older than his father had been. It was a strange, aching thought. ]

[It's okay, Apollo. She's honestly just saying things to try to lighten the situation right now. It'll take some time for you to go from friend to brother.

However, she knows when not to say something, and now was definitely not the time to be making random interjections.] ...I'm sorry, mom. [Okay, that was really, really weird to say.] For your loss.

[He still feels dazed. What is he supposed to say to all of this? Probably there's no right thing to say. It's not exactly a situation written up in books of etiquette.]

Oh--I'm sorry, too. Really sorry.

[He guesses he's sorry for his own sake too, but it's hard to know what to feel, to learn who your father was and also that he died in the same moment. Now he does look like he wants to cry.]

And I'm sorry, I--don't know what to say. [He pauses, takes a deep breath.] This is a lot to take in, all at once.

You do not have to say anything. [ And definitely not "sorry". She's just hoping at the moment that she doesn't actually make her son cry. Which means the rest of that story is getting tabled, possibly indefinitely. ]

It...is a lot. I knew there would be questions once you and Trucy knew of the bracelet, and I did not want to leave you two confused. There may have been a better way to "break" the matter, though.

[ But, well. Just as there were no etiquette books for this, so was it also completely unlike a performance she could rehearse until every note was pitch-perfect. ]

...Trucy, are you all right?

[Judging by the smile Trucy has on her face, she's totally fine. Truth is, she's far from it--there's a lot to take in, and she's having just as much trouble as Apollo is at digesting it all. However, Trucy's had a few years on him on how best to fake it.] Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?

...Hey Lamiroir, should I call you mom from now on?

[She pats Apollo on the back--she doesn't know what to say to him, but she wants him to feel better and to know she's there for him.]

[Apollo takes a breath and feels calmer.] No, it's all right, I'm okay. [He manages a smile, for both Trucy and Lamiroir. Though when he glances at Trucy, he's not sure if she really is as all right as she says, though she looks okay, not as flustered and flushed as he is.] It's fine. You were doing what you thought was best!

[Maybe it's not exactly fine, but he will say that it is, trying his best to get over being flustered.]

Right. What should we call you now?

[ Trucy you come from a family of performers that was all about looking good in the limelight and keeping the not-so-nice bits backstage. Lamiroir looks unconvinced, especially when she can easily think of 'why not'--

But that next question resets her thoughts and she looks both happy and apprehensive. Happy that Trucy suggested it, but it is a question. ]

I think of you both as my children. But you should call me whatever you feel comfortable with. It's...not as though I've been around, these past ten years.

[Hey, she doesn't put her problems on others, ever. It's not in her personality.]

Don't worry about it, mom. Nobody's perfect!

Oh. Do you still like to be called Lamiroir? Or something else?

[Mom would be a really big leap for him at this point, even though Trucy went there.

And it's been a bit longer than ten years for him, but he understands what she means. It's a little hard not to feel a little abandoned, but it's not that he isn't happy, too. It's a confused and confusing mixture of emotions.

He doesn't like putting his problems on others either, but he's much worse at hiding them, being incredibly transparent, though he's calmed down a bit now.]

Right, it's okay. It's good to finally know about it. So thanks--for telling us. We can get to know each other better now.

[ Trucy's comment stings, even though it's true (perhaps so much because it's true), but at the same time Trucy is so warm and there's that word again--'mom'--that after one initial downcast look, Lamiroir beams genuinely; if they were closer she'd hug her on impulse alone, but like this she holds back. ]

No, it's fine Apollo. I have been "Lamiroir" so long, that is me too. [ Lamiroir and Thalassa; they seemed so different when she really thought about it, but it didn't change that both still felt like "her".

She nods to the next part of what he says, hoping her urgent sincerity comes across in her tone as she speaks. ] I do wish to be able to know you--both of you. I am glad we were brought here....together.

[This whole thing was a lot to take in. This was, by far, the biggest thing she's had to deal with in her life, and she had to deal with a lot of abandonment. It's almost at the point where abandonment, she can deal with. Not well, but at least she knows what that's supposed to feel like. Now... now, she has her mother back in her life (after finally coming to terms with her death), and she learned that someone she had come to consider her best friend was, in fact, her half-brother. She could fake it like the best of them, but it's... it's a lot.

And of course daddy isn't here to help her through it all. He was the only one she trusted enough to let her guard down for, and though she was happily calling Lamiroir "mom," she wasn't quite ready to bare her soul to her or Apollo just yet.

So the mask had to stay on, just a little longer, until she could get back to her room and think it all through.

Alone.]

We should do something together to get to know each other better sometime. I heard there was an amusement park around here or... we could go find a magic shop to browse or...

All right, Lamiroir. [He can't go where Trucy did, it's just too weird and too soon, but he does smile, nonetheless. Although now calling her "Lamiroir" suddenly feels strange too, he notices. Well, he'll figure something out. So he's going to smile for now.] I'd like that. A lot.

[He's used to dealing with things on his own, though. He's had to deal with worse. He can do this, he's sure of it. He's no good at hiding his feelings, but the truth's what matters most, and it's better to know it, right? Right! It's always better, no matter what. Now he knows, so he's glad. He'll focus on that, for now.

He turns to Trucy when she speaks again. For a moment, his expression's thoughtful, perceptive, and he thinks that maybe something's not quite right... but then the smile returns.]

Or we could go to the regular park. [He's not completely sure about that amusement park.] Or the library. Or out for dinner somewhere. [He turns back to Lamiroir.] But there are a lot of places we could go. I'm fine with anything that you want to do.

[ It's very easy to get caught up in the happiness of her children accepting her, but Lamiroir remembers how shocked they were just moments ago. It's not likely that's simply gone away and even if she wants to know more about them, she already knows: they're both selfless. And that makes it all too easy to be thoughtlessly selfish, something she shies away from. She doesn't want to ask too much, even if they'd freely give it. ]

It doesn't have to be right now. I don't want to rush you... perhaps in a week or so?

[Trucy nods. She hadn't meant right away, but understands how it could have been misconstrued.]

Sounds to me like a plan. I'm sure Polly can find us a nice place in a week, right, Polly? [Like father, like daughter.]

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aargh, sorry guys

DISOWNING YOU. ...again?

I'm so so sorry T_T

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AND MAYBE THIS EXPLAINS WHY SHE WAS QUIET SO LONG sob need to post

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