oo1 ✦ let’s begin.

[richesse]

[ There’s a whisper through the murmur, more a breath of feeling than a fully formed thought. It’s sweet, and warm, and laughing—though it is not gentle, nor kind.

A voice follows the whisper, chased by darkness and shadows, the very suggestion of a nightmare. ]

Do you think we’re still dreaming? Or is this a living nightmare?

[ a hum, and another brush of teasing laughter, there and gone like a brief burst of memory, the last moment of summer that you can taste on your tongue before it’s irretrievably gone. ]

You’ve changed, haven’t you? We all have. What are you thinking, right now…? Who are you?

What are you?

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[richesse]

A blank check? Not at all. I’m just trying to get a sense of your needs, like a good merchant should. Still, there’s an easy answer, of course. Food?

Haha. I can’t say I’ve ever had to fortify a shelter before, but… there’s a first time for everything, hm? I’ll manage.

[pointedlook]

I think we're all in a similar position, in terms of needs. I'm fine fending on my own for essentials; I've got the upper hand in knowing this place.

[ He's also meticulous af. ] So, I'll get back to you on that.

Just make sure you find the studs, if you're hanging anything.

[richesse]

[ her expression crinkles into a fond smile. ]

I’ll be waiting, then.

There’s one thing you never told me, you know. Your name.

[pointedlook]

Oh. It's Arthur. Pleasantries aren't really my strong point.

[ Oops! ]

And you're—?

[richesse]

Lortel Kehelland. It's a pleasure.

[ she actually means it, for once. ]