I have no doubt he will. While elves take longer than humans to adopt to new ways of thinking, they are no less adaptable. He will soon see how many lives he's touched in his short time here, and when that happens, the realization that he has been just as affected will dawn on him.
[Flins reads as Husk types this out, as if finally letting free his heart from its cage. It was comforting to Flins to know that Husk had someone in his old life that made him feel that way. He knows he is an anomaly, an old spirit that clung to time more than most living beings could. So his heart warms knowing that even without him, Husk was being loved by someone.]
I'm glad that you found him in that life. It sounds like even if the world was against you, you were each other's pillars. As long as one of you could stand, you could support the other, until it was their time.
That...is what true love is. To stand and support the ones you give your heart to in a way you give to no one else.
[His brow furrows every so slightly before he starts to type again.]
If he is able to match you in any way, I would likely say he has stubbornness in spades. I may not know the end to your story in that life, but considering you are here, and Sir Nuggets has found his way to you...I am quite confident you were both redeemed in the end, with happy lives.
Who knows? Maybe he's here as we speak. I'd love to meet him--we have a lot in common already.
I'm pretty sure he's like... fuckin' thirty, because he complained when I called him a kid. I know that's a spit in the ocean for you, but it sure as shit is old enough to know better for a mortal. But some people take a lot longer to figure themselves out. He's got a lotta support. It'll sink in eventually.
[ It feels... weirdly freeing to say it, really. To let it be a truth in the world. Husk had spent so much of his past life pretending he couldn't love anything or anyone anymore - a patently untrue statement, but one that kept him going in Hell all the same. ]
Yeah. Well. When everything's piled up against you like that, you kinda need to find someone who gets it or you end up... a fucking mess. I know given how long I was one. There's a reason I drank so much all the damn time.
[ Drank past tense. Though at his point, he's fairly certain Flins will have noticed his alcohol intake has gone to nothing. Especially given how many nights he spent outside those various lighthouses absolutely drinking on the job. He's not quite ready to voice THAT yet. He's still afraid of jinxing himself. But it's been five months now. Longest it's ever been. Maybe it's getting close to time to admit he has a fighting chance with this. ]
...Ain't that the truth. Only two people have managed that one with me. You can count yourself as part of a very exclusive club. If that's a blessing or a curse is still up for debate.
Yeah, he's stubborn alight. Digs his lanky ass heels in and refuses to fuckin' budge. I still don't know about me. That's... I'm working on that part. But I hope he did. It'd be some kinda bullshit if it never happened after all the work he put in to get himself better.
He'd like you. He's a quirky weirdo that's good at making friends, too. Guess I've got a type.
[He GUESSES he's got a type. He GUESSES. Speaking of. ]
...You're right. That may as well be a newborn in my eyes. But I do understand human lifespans. I did watch Nikita grow up...so I have a general idea. He's well old enough to realize that sort of avoidance will only make facing the reality that he's wanted even harder.
I truly wonder if his heart is at war with itself. He is transplanted from another world entirely. Maybe he's fighting connections here because of that.
[It was good to see Husk accept those feelings about himself. The road to self-betterment is a long one, but reaching specific waypoints was always satisfying to see. Husk deserved that.]
It's good to see the opposite. Your eyes were much more clouded back then. They have a certain clarity to them now. A gold that could rival the world's most lustrous amber.
And knowing I'm in such an exclusive club...why, I couldn't be a happier lantern if I tried. We know who is really stuck with who.
[It's truly not Husk who's the curse in this relationship.]
You truly think so? I'll have to make sure when I meet him that I tell him all the embarrassing things you've done over the years. Staring with that time I got you to meow outside the door.
[He's no longer taking questions on a certain pinecone. Can't ruin the surprise!]
Exactly. Sure, he's young, but he ain't young enough to be pulling this shit as much as he did.
Maybe. He mentioned a "Warden" from his home world - spoke about them like they meant a lot to him. But then he also said he ain't that fussed about sharing, so-
[ Husk would have opinions on what he deserves, but even he knows that his opinion of himself isn't exactly fair and his loved ones have very different takes on that.
Oh, and that... was it a compliment? It feels like a compliment. ]
Turning the charm up again, huh? I'll take it. Thanks, Baby.
Eh, you ain't so bad once you get used to you. I just had four decades to do that.
What? No? Fuck off, don't do that! I don't need both of you on that bullshit! And I didn't fucking meow I told you I COUGHED and you heard it wrong.
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Date: 2026-01-27 10:24 pm (UTC)[Flins reads as Husk types this out, as if finally letting free his heart from its cage. It was comforting to Flins to know that Husk had someone in his old life that made him feel that way. He knows he is an anomaly, an old spirit that clung to time more than most living beings could. So his heart warms knowing that even without him, Husk was being loved by someone.]
I'm glad that you found him in that life. It sounds like even if the world was against you, you were each other's pillars. As long as one of you could stand, you could support the other, until it was their time.
That...is what true love is. To stand and support the ones you give your heart to in a way you give to no one else.
[His brow furrows every so slightly before he starts to type again.]
If he is able to match you in any way, I would likely say he has stubbornness in spades. I may not know the end to your story in that life, but considering you are here, and Sir Nuggets has found his way to you...I am quite confident you were both redeemed in the end, with happy lives.
Who knows? Maybe he's here as we speak. I'd love to meet him--we have a lot in common already.
[At Husk's question, he can only smile wider.]
It's my little secret~
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Date: 2026-01-27 11:09 pm (UTC)[ It feels... weirdly freeing to say it, really. To let it be a truth in the world. Husk had spent so much of his past life pretending he couldn't love anything or anyone anymore - a patently untrue statement, but one that kept him going in Hell all the same. ]
Yeah. Well. When everything's piled up against you like that, you kinda need to find someone who gets it or you end up... a fucking mess. I know given how long I was one. There's a reason I drank so much all the damn time.
[ Drank past tense. Though at his point, he's fairly certain Flins will have noticed his alcohol intake has gone to nothing. Especially given how many nights he spent outside those various lighthouses absolutely drinking on the job. He's not quite ready to voice THAT yet. He's still afraid of jinxing himself. But it's been five months now. Longest it's ever been. Maybe it's getting close to time to admit he has a fighting chance with this. ]
...Ain't that the truth. Only two people have managed that one with me. You can count yourself as part of a very exclusive club. If that's a blessing or a curse is still up for debate.
Yeah, he's stubborn alight. Digs his lanky ass heels in and refuses to fuckin' budge. I still don't know about me. That's... I'm working on that part. But I hope he did. It'd be some kinda bullshit if it never happened after all the work he put in to get himself better.
He'd like you. He's a quirky weirdo that's good at making friends, too. Guess I've got a type.
[He GUESSES he's got a type. He GUESSES. Speaking of. ]
That doesn't answer anything?????
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Date: 2026-01-28 08:43 am (UTC)I truly wonder if his heart is at war with itself. He is transplanted from another world entirely. Maybe he's fighting connections here because of that.
[It was good to see Husk accept those feelings about himself. The road to self-betterment is a long one, but reaching specific waypoints was always satisfying to see. Husk deserved that.]
It's good to see the opposite. Your eyes were much more clouded back then. They have a certain clarity to them now. A gold that could rival the world's most lustrous amber.
And knowing I'm in such an exclusive club...why, I couldn't be a happier lantern if I tried. We know who is really stuck with who.
[It's truly not Husk who's the curse in this relationship.]
You truly think so? I'll have to make sure when I meet him that I tell him all the embarrassing things you've done over the years. Staring with that time I got you to meow outside the door.
[He's no longer taking questions on a certain pinecone. Can't ruin the surprise!]
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Date: 2026-01-31 03:19 pm (UTC)Maybe. He mentioned a "Warden" from his home world - spoke about them like they meant a lot to him. But then he also said he ain't that fussed about sharing, so-
[ Husk would have opinions on what he deserves, but even he knows that his opinion of himself isn't exactly fair and his loved ones have very different takes on that.
Oh, and that... was it a compliment? It feels like a compliment. ]
Turning the charm up again, huh? I'll take it. Thanks, Baby.
Eh, you ain't so bad once you get used to you. I just had four decades to do that.
What? No? Fuck off, don't do that! I don't need both of you on that bullshit! And I didn't fucking meow I told you I COUGHED and you heard it wrong.
[ He meowed. He absolutely meowed.]