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Who:

chaincutter,

vermified,

the_soother, and

flicker_flash is invited too
What: Returning from a mallynap
When: Tonight
Where: House 47
Summary: Sigmund is back, disoriented, and demanding attention. Awkwardness and fussing ensue.
Rating: ~~F for Fail~~ G

It's late at night when Sigmund makes his glorious return. Or his bleary-eyed, disheveled, carrying one of his shoes in his hands and stumbling over the furniture return. He is a tired man, one that was already almost thwarted by the porch stairs... and his bedroom is up even more stairs. Not good. So he does what any other person might be expected to do in this situation: he throws himself down on the couch and throws his shoe at his minion's bedroom door. This is a completely reasonable course of action, shhhh.

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Poor Edward. Sigmund is a strange, inscrutable thing at the best of times; and now he's even worse. Volsung's overwhelming obsession with Capell has been, for the moment, dispersed - memories fuel it, but memories are fleeting right now. The Liberator's great mission, the chains, matters nothing here. Nothing drives him. He is, for once, at ease. Peaceful. Adrift.

While Edward follows the words, Sigmund is following the impressions, slipping from the current of one thought to another. There's little else he can do, with even the recent past being drawn into the swirling confusion that is every moment in his life, at once. Just ignore it. You'll feel better when you've rested.

So he just leans back on the cushions, unbothered by Edward's ruffled feathers - he feels he must have a great many memories of Edward with ruffled feathers - and watches him with that same peculiar expression; not because he is amused, because he is content. How long has it been, since he last felt that?

"If I have none?"

That thought had never occurred to him. It's actually kind of terrifying. Sigmund, with no orders? No direction, no command, no goal? A lack of orders means no goal, doesn't it? While it's true that there are no chains to cut here, no Order to fight... there's always been some underlying reasoning behind their actions. Even if it's just to survive day by day until they find a way to escape.

No orders... wouldn't that mean that Sigmund is satisfied with what they have?

"...I'm not sure." It's hard to admit; he has his own pride, after all, and saying he's so lost without Sigmund just sounds so pathetic. Back home it was easier- they still had a goal, a reason to carry on. With Capell at the front, sometimes it was as if Sigmund had never-

Never left? No, he wouldn't go that far. He always knew. Capell was just a reminder of that loss. Here, though... it's harder to explain, and he often lacks the elegance of words to fumble his way through it. Is there a even right answer to all of this?

"If I have your... affection because I have your respect, and I have your respect because I command it, would I lose both with no commands to give?"

It's the first thing that comes to mind. He must think it often, when he thinks of Edward. The beginning of this conversation surfaces in his thoughts - or he thinks it's this conversation, anyway.

"I wouldn't enjoy that," he mutters lowly to himself, almost as though he's reaffirming it.

It seems that this conversation is destined to give him endless surprises. Edward stares for a long moment, then shakes it off, hands clasping together in his lap, nearly wringing together. Sigmund... does that mean he enjoys having someone to order around? Or having someone's respect, more specifically? And if they're talking specifics...

"Is it that you enjoy being respected, or... would you miss my respect if it wasn't given?"

He knows that if he fell behind, he'd be left. He'd always known that, and accepted it. Capell was the irreplaceable one. He knows that.

But... even if left behind, would Sigmund still think of him sometimes? Would his absence be noted, would his presence be missed?

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