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At some point on the journey back to Erid, Rocky gets around to asking Grace exactly why he was so mesmerised by seeing the astrophage in the Petrova line.
Grace describes it as best he can, but all he can really manage to get across to Rocky is that he was surrounded by small floating lights.
Later on, Grace is talking about the stars and how important they've been to human cultures for millennia. “What do the stars look like, question?” Rocky wants to know.
Oh, y'know, they're a bunch of small floating lights.
There's a disco ball on the Hail Mary. Grace says it's there because it “makes me happy”. “How does it make Grace happy, question?” Rocky wants to know.
Oh, it creates the illusion that he's surrounded by small floating lights.
Rocky begins to do some research.
Glitter: a substance invented by humans to make things look like they're covered in small lights.
Human jewellery: mostly involves gemstones or polished metals, designed to reflect small lights.
Christmas lights. Candles. Lanterns. Fireworks. Glowsticks. Glow in the dark paint. Rocky is beginning to notice a pattern here, statement.
It takes Grace a fucking while after getting to Erid to notice that a lot of the gifts he's receiving from grateful Eridians are either a) sparkly, b) incredibly shiny, or c) fitted with lights.
While the last one is obviously a concession for his human light sense, he's confused about the former two. Are Eridian materials usually this shiny? Is there some quality about sparkly or highly polished surfaces that makes them sound better? Or is there something about Eridian geology/metallurgy that makes their materials like this?
He asks Rocky about it.
“Simple. I tell people humans like lots of small lights. Humans are easy to make happy.”
Grace kind of wants to protest that humans are much more complicated than that.
But honestly… it fucking works. Like yeah the polished gemstones, shiny metals and glittery rocks are beautiful. Yes those Christmas lights you put up around the house did markedly improve my mental health, Rocky. Thank you, I hate it.
Grace spends a lot of time trying not to think about whether his species' urge to explore the cosmos (that saved their planet and nearly killed him several times) is tied to the same instinct that made his students like glitter gel pens.
genuinely I could talk forever about the different wavelengths that project hail mary is absolutely incredible on and the depth of meaning behind the imagery and the narrative and the cinematographic techniques. but my favorite is when grace and rocky are just absolute roommates. I truly believe with my whole chest that the moving-in sequence is the most important characterization in the piece. they are completely alien species and their worlds are ending and INSTANTLY they are best friends. clock bros. they are snarky and they butt heads and they're sarcastic and they're silly and they play and they laugh and they sing and they fight and they insult each other and they gross each other out and they're curious and they get emotional and they fail and they ache and they live!!!!!! despite it all!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they live and then "rocky make the door, you close the door" "why, I thought this was a safe neighborhood?" there they are, goofy as hell like nothing happened!!!!!!!!!!!
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i keep seeing people make broad, sweeping statements about project hail mary- specifically about Eva Stratt and it just. I need to be so so so so so clear that they softened her considerably for the movie. Book Eva is not… gentle. She doesn’t give a speech about how she isn’t betraying Ryland, she’s believing in him- she tells him he has no family, no pets, and she was always planning to send him to space against his will if she had to.
And the movie doesn’t touch on it, but there WAS a fourth option. There was another volunteer for the scientist position who was coma resistant and could have been being trained the entire time. Grace did not HAVE to be the tertiary scientist. She made the choice to NOT train that scientist and instead send Grace against his will.
And yes, he’s the main character and without that choice we wouldn’t have a book and blah blah blah but i’m not talking about why Andy Weir chose to send Grace, i’m talking about Eva Stratt. And Eva Stratt did not do it because she believed in him. She did it because she believed it was best and did not consider Grace or his autonomy at any point.
And in the book, he isn’t knocked out immediately. He sits in a cell, knowing he’s going to die and unable to doc anything about it because he knows at the end of the day, when Eva Stratt has decided something, it will happen. THEN he’s drugged and knocked unconscious and forcibly boarded on the ship.
This is not hate for Eva btw, that’s my girl, she was in an impossible position and did what she thought she needed to in order to save the human race. I deeply empathize with her and how difficult all of it must have been for her to live with.
But that doesn’t mean she didn’t do a shitty fucking thing. She did. And we don’t need to soften her up to make it more palatable.
Morpheus follows Hob's advice.
The outcome turns out to be much better than Hob expected.
Word Count: 2,475
Notes:
I read Advice by @softest-punk and suddenly I wanted that with Dreamling.
So here it is! :)
[Read on AO3]
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Hob is making pancakes in his kitchen when he feels that now-familiar shift in the air.
"Good morning, Morpheus," Hob says without looking away from transferring a pancake onto a plate. "Wanna join me for breakfast?"
"Yes. Thank you."
Hob turns around and smiles, as he always does whenever he sees Morpheus nowadays. Because he's allowed to. Because he knows he doesn't have to hold back.
"Have a seat," he gestures to Morpheus' usual chair at the dining table and begins setting up plates and mugs for them.
Morpheus wordlessly goes to sit, and it's only then that Hob notices a worried frown creasing his forehead. It's subtle, but Hob knows him well enough by now to see it.
"Is something wrong?" he immediately sits across from Morpheus and pours tea for both of them.
There was a time when Hob wouldn't ask so directly, but ever since Morpheus showed up 8 months ago at The New Inn (yes Hob's been counting), they'd been meeting at least once every week and have both grown more comfortable in talking to each other.
Morpheus wraps his hands around his mug, a thoughtful look on his face.
Hob waits patiently, wondering if it's some political problem involving the Dreaming.
"I need your help."
"Of course, anything," Hob says immediately, because it's true. Although he does hope it's not about Dreaming politics. Not that he wouldn't still try if it is.
Morpheus' throat bobs subtly as he swallows. Hob tries not to stare too long.
"What must I do… if I wish to declare romantic feelings to someone?" Morpheus meets his eyes.
Hob just looks at him, willing himself to maintain a straight face and trying to remember how to breathe.
Damn it. It should have just been Dreaming politics.
Hob clears his throat and does his best impression of a relaxed posture, leaning back in his chair. "Well, it depends on who it is. Is it some… deity? Fairy?" He doesn't really know the scope of the creatures that Morpheus interacts with, but it must be someone pretty remarkable to catch Morpheus' attention like that.
Morpheus tilts his head slightly to the side. "Must my actions be different depending on the species?"
Hob scratches the back of his neck. He's never had to give love advice to immortal deities before. "I suppose not, as long as you know what they like. That's a good place to start, bring them a gift that they'd like. A… box of pastries or… the heart of a star. I don't know the culture of whoever you're planning to court," he says lightly.
Morpheus gives him a small smile. "They deserve more than the heart of a star. But you might be right that I should start with something smaller. I do not wish to scare them off," he adds quietly.
Hob wants to reach out, to touch Morpheus' hand and tell him that whoever that deity is, they're very lucky and they better realise that or Hob's going to have words with them.
He extends a hand and places it on the table, halfway between them. "Hey, it'll be okay. You've had relationships before, right? How do you usually start courting?"
Morpheus' expression turns into distaste, like he had just tasted something unpleasant. "All those relationships have ended badly. For this one, I would prefer… that it not end at all." His cheekbones turn a light shade of pink. He's sitting up straight in his chair but his eyes are cast down on his mug.
Hob swallows, relieved that at least Morpheus isn't looking at whatever heartbroken facial expression he must be making now.
Morpheus seems properly in love, then. Would Hob still get to see him as often? Would Morpheus bring his new girlfriend to their meetings now?
Hob slowly takes a breath and releases it. He takes a sip of tea in an attempt to calm himself. His friend needs his support right nowhe can spiral like a teenager later.
"Bring them a gift and tell them how you feel. You're the bloody Prince of Stories, I'm sure you can figure out the words," Hob manages a smile.
Morpheus huffs out a chuckle and his shoulders relax a bit. "Very well. A gift it is. And the most sincere words I can muster."
"There you go. Let me know how it goes," Hob adds in a casual tone. If Morpheus is about to have a new queen or something and Hob would have to go through the undoubtedly painful experience of attending their wedding, he'd like to be warned first.
Morpheus meets his gaze and smiles. "I assure you, you will be the first to know."
Hob doesn't know whether it would be worse to comfort a heartbroken Morpheus or congratulate him on a new relationship. He'll deal with it when the time comes.
"Right, then. Pancakes?"
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It's Friday night and Hob is hunched over at his dining table, staring into the glow of the laptop screen as he reads and marks essays one after the other. For possibly the first time this term, he's actually ahead of his work schedule. He usually found himself swamped with papers to grade and staying up well past midnight, but now he's almost done and it's barely 11 PM.
Hob's actually afraid he would run out of papers to mark.
He had read each one slowly, carefully, wanting to give the works his proper attention and his students fair grades. He even gave more detailed feedback than he normally would. He had brought his laptop to the dining table so he could continue working while eating, not wanting to give his mind any time to be idle.
Still, in the seconds between closing one file and opening the next, he inevitably goes back to thinking that he hasn't seen Morpheus in more than a week. Nine days to be exact.
Hob opens the next file, reads the title multiple times before he understands the words.
It's not unusual for Morpheus to skip a week of their meetings, especially when he had some urgent business to attend to and because time runs differently in the Dreaming. Morpheus always made up for it by visiting twice in the next week, even though Hob always said he didn't need to do that. So it should be fine.
Except now Hob can't help but wonder what urgent business Morpheus has been attending to.
Morpheus had said that Hob would be the first to know, whatever the outcome of his courting would be. The fact that Hob still hasn't heard from him makes him wonder just how well it's going, that Morpheus can't even spare the time to talk to his old friend.
Hob sighs and leans back in his seat. He's been trying to understand the same paragraph over and over again, but it seems like fatigue is finally catching up to him. Maybe he'll put something on the telly and fall asleep on the couch.
A cup of tea is gently placed down on the table in front of Hob and he nearly falls out of his chair.
"Morpheus!" Hob gasps, looking up at the figure standing across from him.
"Hob," Morpheus gives him a small smile. "You had said before that you like to drink tea after a long work night."
Hob glances down at the cup, steam rising from its surface.
Earl Grey. Morpheus remembered his preferred tea.
"I… Thanks." Hob blinks himself back to his senses. He's used to Morpheus just appearing in his house but he hadn't been expecting him tonight. Not that he's complaining. "Uh, have a seat, let me just…" he closes his laptop and places it on the empty seat beside him.
Morpheus sits across from him, graceful and silent, his blue eyes right on Hob.
"How…" Hob wants to ask how the courting is going, but he realises that he might not be prepared to hear the answer right now. "How are you?"
"I have… given a lot of thought to your advice."
Hob feels dread pool in his gut. They're going to talk about it after all.
Morpheus places a book on the table and gently pushes it towards him.
Hob frowns in confusion and looks at the title.
Tales of Caunterbury. Hob catches a whiff of the sweet, earthy smell of old books, and the ink smudges at the edges of the cover tug at Hob's memory.
Hob carefully opens it, and his breath catches at seeing his handwriting at the margins; crooked and misspelled in many places, but without a doubt his.
"Where did you get this?" he asks Morpheus with wide eyes. It was easy to lose track of his possessions during his early years of switching identities, especially after he became Sir Gadlen and had other priorities apart from keeping old books.
"In a museum where they have a surplus of artefacts on display already. That was in storage among other objects from the 15th to 17th century; the curators do not have plans to display those objects anytime soon."
"You stole this from a museum?" Hob can't decide whether that's more surprising than the fact that a personal item of his had ended up in a museum's storage area.
"I have returned it to its rightful owner."
Hob chuckles, then he remembers what they had been talking about before Morpheus brought out the book. What they were supposed to be talking about…
"Hang on," Hob furrows his eyebrows. "You said…"
"It took some time before I could think of what to give you," Morpheus glances down at the table for a moment, his fair cheekbones turning a light shade of pink. "You already have everything you want, and anything more you might desire you can simply purchase. I wanted to be able to give you… something special." He meets Hob's eyes again.
Hob knows his mouth has dropped open in surprise but he can't seem to close it or think of anything to say. Because surely he's misunderstanding something. Morpheus can't really mean…
"You had mentioned before that it saddens you when you can't share stories of your previous lifetimes to your current friends, and I wanted to let you know that you shall always have me. I will be the friend with whom you can share any part of your life, and I consider it an honour to be able to know the entirety of you."
Hob is finding it hard to breathe, and he grips the book tightly to ground himself. He can't look away from Morpheus, and even as he processes what's happening his mind remains a whirlwind of thoughts. But how… When…
"Me?" Hob manages a whisper, disbelief in his voice.
Morpheus' lips curve in a small smile. "Who else would it be, my dear Hob? While I treasure our friendship and would not wish it to change, I have also realised, perhaps far later than I should have, that I wish for… more." His eyes suddenly look uncertain. "I would like to court you, if you will have me."
"If I will have…" Hob still feels breathless, and suddenly he has never needed anything more than to be close to Morpheus. "Get over here," he says urgently.
Morpheus' eyes widen a fraction, then there's the sound of the table moving and in the next heartbeat he's in Hob's lap.
He takes Hob's face in his hands and presses their lips together, the kiss gentle but humming with something more underneath.
Hob wraps his arms around Morpheus and pulls him flush against his body, reaching up and taking as much as he can from the kiss like he needs it to breathe.
Morpheus' tongue is hot in his mouth, and he feels Morpheus' fingers thread in his hair, the light scratch of nails making him shiver. Their mouths glide warm and slick against each other, and a soft groan escapes Hob when Morpheus nips at his bottom lip. His hands run up and down Morpheus' back, and he's lightheaded with the knowledge that he's allowed to touch.
Regretfully Hob still needs to breathe, so he pulls away with a gasp and looks up at Morpheus, memorising each detail of his kiss-swollen lips and his pupils that are almost eclipsing the blue of his irises.
"I love you," Hob breathes before he can stop himself.
Morpheus stares at him wide-eyed, and then they're kissing again and Hob can only hold on for dear life as the world narrows down to the places where they're touching; lips and tongues and chests and hands and Morpheus' soft midnight hair threading through his fingers.
Morpheus puts a hand on Hob's jaw and tilts his face up further. "And I love you," he whispers against Hob's lips. "I have loved you for far longer than I had been aware of, and the awareness has only strengthened my yearning." He pulls away and looks right at Hob, his eyes searching. "I fear I cannot control my greed. You must tell me when it is too much."
Hob swallows, his grip on Morpheus' hips tightening reflexively. In all his fantasies about Morpheus, he had never imagined anything being too much. Hob thinks that would be impossible.
"You said you wanted to know me entirely," Hob's voice trembles. "Then you must know that I encourage your greed, so long as you would tolerate my own."
There's a glint in Morpheus' eye, and the smile that curves his lips sends a thrill through Hob. "Yes. I see your daydreams now, and it would be my pleasure to fulfill them."
"Then we better move to the bedroom," Hob grins. "There's not nearly enough space on this chair for even half my daydreams." Though he would gladly have Morpheus on the dining table, or let Morpheus have him. He feels nearly overwhelmed with all the possibilities.
"Yes. And then we shall move to mine, in the Dreaming where your body will have no limitations," the quiet rumble of Morpheus' voice holds so much promise that Hob feels the breath rush out of him.
"Fuck," he manages, his hips instinctively twitching against Morpheus.
"If you wish." Morpheus smiles and suddenly there's a whirlwind of sand around them.
Hob gasps and blinks, and when his vision clears he realises that they're in his bedroom.
And he's lying on his bed with Morpheus looming on top of him.
"I said that you would be the first to know of the results of my courting, shall we discuss it now?" Morpheus says teasingly.
"Later." Hob's already breathing heavily. "There's time enough for that." He flips them and dives his tongue right back into Morpheus' mouth.
They settle into the rhythm of the kiss, Morpheus' hands roam Hob's body, and Hob distantly thinks that he's very happy with the results of Morpheus' courting indeed.
dude i can handle angst and gore and whump and fluff but the moment simon embarrasses tf out of himself i have to put the phone down so i don’t start dying 😭😭😭😭
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don’t get me wrong i LOVE the centrifugal force scene in the movie, but imo the scene in the book is even better so i’ve compiled a list of moments no one talks about that made me want to explode
grace instinctively grabbing rocky when he sees what happened and burning the palms of his hands on his carapace
grace calling rocky a “crazy bastard” for saving him
grace also burning himself all over his arms while trying to get rocky onto his back to carry him
grace carrying rocky’s body UP A LADDER
grace wondering incredulously why rocky would risk his life to save him, about 2.5 seconds before grace risks his own life to put rocky back in his atmosphere
grace taking off his IV and oxygen mask as soon as he regains consciousness to be able to sit as close to rocky as possible
grace pressing his hand to the wall that rocky’s body is leaning against and then pulling it away because it “feels too melodramatic”
grace checking on rocky about 100 times
“I want to sleep, but Rocky is more important”
grace DIYing a leafblower to try to help rocky heal
grace falling off his bunk and CRAWLING to rocky when he realizes he’s awake
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