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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[sorte]

Not necessarily. But the younger you are, the less chances you have had to show it usually, right? You just haven't lived as many hours yet as others, that's all.

Wonderful.

[richesse]

… mm, well. I might have more practice at it than you think.

[ the murmur whispers a name, elte, and it burns like a brand, crushes like a curse. baleful and blackened. ]

Do I surpass your colleague, then?

[sorte]

[ he files that name away for later. ]

You do. Such a fantastic discovery in this situation of ours.

[richesse]

You’re so enthusiastic! Such faith in the skills of a stranger. I’ll have to work hard not to let down your expectations of me.

[ an ally. or at least, a tool.

it’s not nothing. ]