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β„Œπ”žπ”ͺ𝔒𝔩𝔦𝔫 ([personal profile] begrimed) wrote2021-05-25 09:02 pm

Meetings

Behind an ever traveling emerald green door (you'll find it when you really need it, but it never seems to be in the same place in the palace) lies a quaint office, often slightly ajar with a few notes of music beckoning guests inside.

In the center of the room lies an ornate cedar wood desk, cluttered but just short of messy, with various sheet music piled on top. The bookcases on each side are in a similar state, books shelved away neatly were it not for the lack of any semblance of alphabetization.

The boss of this domain can often be found with his feet up with no regard for decorum; a casual enough atmosphere for casual enough chats, surely.


Those who venture into the palace to seek out the emerald green door will find it's different than usual, sturdier, with a particularly bright sheen and emblazoned with an insignia.

The door is also always closed, though whether it's locked or not depends on when you visit.
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[personal profile] sempiternel 2021-06-12 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh.

The unexpectedness of his smile - sincerity making itself know when she'd been unprepared to look because she was so worried and distracted by everything else. She's overwhelmed, caught unawares by its fragile brilliance. Yet this is what she had been seeking last time. Not... this exact expression, she hadn't ever imagined this one. She should be satisfied to have found it. She wants to keep it safe and secret, forever.

(But they don't have forever.)

Her chest tight, she smiles up at him, something tender and sad settling between them. Softly, almost melancholic, she echoes words he's said to her once before: ]


How could I say no?
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[personal profile] sempiternel 2021-06-14 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Yes... next time.

[ Rushed... Is that happening again tonight? And here she is, giving the Villain gifts when someone might die tonight. This night or another night. She can't be sure it won't be her - and she can't count on the safety of this room and this space with him. Would he stop it if it was her? Could he? What would this wretched fairy tale do to him if he dared?

... Would her world not attempt to draw her back if she died? After all, the story must go on. Without its Heroine, there isn't a story at all. ]


Tea aside - is there no time at all to talk?
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[personal profile] sempiternel 2021-06-15 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ She raises an eyebrow because - really? Her expressions says she'll think about it, your lordship. ]

If you earn it.
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[personal profile] sempiternel 2021-06-15 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ They could make small talk, but tonight... It might be better stick to something a little more serious. What she really wants to ask about is Sunday, which is the one thing she promised not to ask about. Checking his hands does not count as breaking her promise - she hopes.

Maybe... ]


Since we are short on time... Could we talk about the... dead?
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[personal profile] sempiternel 2021-06-15 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
Not her, exactly. But earlier... there were some notes in the fountain. One of them was - [ She presses her lips together, waiting for a surge of emotion to pass, before continuing quietly: ] - very kind.
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[personal profile] sempiternel 2021-06-15 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ She tilts her own head in response. ]

You don't know? [ A tilt in the other direction. ] It said we were doing our best and to protect the mirrors.
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[personal profile] sempiternel 2021-06-15 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ She goes to her seat - because well, it is hers at this point, isn't it? ]

Yes, I remember. I think about your words every time I leave this room.

[ Whether good or bad, she remembers everything they've talked about. She remembers everything about him. ]

These notes just felt - out of place...?
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[personal profile] sempiternel 2021-06-15 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Surely you jest. [ She'll believe it when she sees it. ] My thinking about your words has nothing to do with thinking of you.

One was kind, yes. They didn't match any of our handwritings and... it did not sound as though they were currently in our position.
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[personal profile] sempiternel 2021-06-16 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
If they are not, then why would they have information for us? I’ll ask plainly: are the dead still involved in this game? Regardless of that, is it possible to communicate with them?
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[personal profile] sempiternel 2021-06-17 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
I never forget the part you play.

[ Just like she never forgets her part. A smile that’s more automatic than anything else. ]

I ask because at worst you will not answer. That leaves me in the same spot I was at before, so essentially I don’t lose anything by asking, no?

Thank you for your answer regardless.
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[personal profile] sempiternel 2021-06-17 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ An entirely list actually. ]

Oh, all right. What is your favorite color?
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[personal profile] sempiternel 2021-06-17 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ She wears a lot of blue, but her favorite color would be... ]

Red, I think.

[ Because that color looks best on Lady Melissa. ]
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[personal profile] sempiternel 2021-06-17 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ It would sound more romantic if he didn't already admit he can't forget anything. ]

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