immortalpoet: (crimson)
Vergilius ([personal profile] immortalpoet) wrote 2024-03-30 12:17 am (UTC)

[The first life, where she died.]

[How did she? No...perhaps he doesn't need to know. It feels like he's wandering too personally into her pond, here. He doesn't know exactly the depths of it. What feels deep may be deeper, still.]

[Her third life, also a quandary. Woken up, like from a long dream. It must have been tiring, he thinks. He's only lived one life and it feels enough for a hundred to have lived. He's glad for that, honestly - this is his burden to bear.]

[Which is why her last statement makes him ruefully smile.]


Like me? I'm hardly good company. [Even she must realize that. He's put up so many thorns that he hardly expects anyone to dig deeper. The thorns have sunk their way into his scalp for eons, it feels.] You need someone more lively, Miss Weiss.

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