There was Mizi. She was a bit naive when it came to what our place in the world really was, but that made her bright in the sense that she was... always sort of effortlessly so happy.
Mm, and because of that she probably had the most friends out of anyone in the Garden. I know I made a few of the other students jealous, because when she wasn't spending her time with Sua she was spending it with me.
Especially, — Hm...
[ His thought turns to cotton before he can get it out. He hums a little bit to fill in for his inability to continue right away. Thinking, thinking.
But there's an easy remedy for that, isn't there? Ivan's eyes shrink to cheshire slivers, and he hides a budding smirk behind his fingers.
The Murmur fills with an image of a pink-haired girl saying a brief hello to their darling Till before walking away, who then turns around with a fire-engine red face. You'd think the girl had said something indecent, but no! ]
[ her mouth opens, but no sound escapes, leaving her just sort of gaping at him. it only lasts for a moment; she composes her expression with a slight shake of her head.
the scene he sends her across the murmur...
... is something she inevitably compares to the first time she saw Ivan and Till interact.
[ So she's figured it out in only a matter of days. . .
. . .what Till hasn't been able to figure out for their entire lives. He'd smile, but he's been smiling. He's always smiling. He adds to it a slow-building chuckle, even though he's not entirely sure it's funny—it seems like it should be. ]
I bet you take great pleasure in being right about things.
He has no more control over his emotions than I do mine.
[ And Mizi is hardly attainable, so completely entangled with her Sua. Even Till himself knows this, but the heart does what the heart does. It almost made Ivan feel sorry, watching Till spend his days dwelling on someone who would always be out of his reach.
[ In a lifetime at Till's side, what hasn't he done? ]
We tethered.
[ Through the phenomenon that is this place, Till has felt his heart. Ivan has no control over what he chooses to do with it next. If all that happens is they continue to live as they have, then he'll still find some twisted way to be satisfied. He is a persistent, ever resourceful parasite. ]
I don't think there's more to be done, mm? [ Ivan stares into the fire that struggles strangely to provide warmth. Even just the subtle and slow machinations of Lortel's hands do a better job than it. Would the cinders the flames pitch away even burn? He watches one take to the air. It's like it's alive, swirling around once, twice, before continuing.
For a moment he swears that it has wings. ]
What would you sug— [ It's in Lortel's hair now; it does have wings, a burning butterfly. Ivan blinks rapidly. ] —gest?
[ something is definitely happening to his cognition.
a thrill of cold panic runs through her core. though all he may get through the murmur, at best, is a faint sense of alarm. she is careful to keep it close, as far from the murmur as she can stitch under her skin. it won't do to scare him, but she's already trying to think of what she'll need to do if this gets worse. if she truly poisoned him—
this might be a bug. this might be a slightly insane, somewhat hollow bug.
but it is her bug, now. and if she hurt him, she will weep.
swallowing, she embraces him, tucking into his side, and there is protectiveness in the curl of her arms and hands. ]
Why, can't you simply tell him? How else is he to know?
By the butterfly, and by Lortel burrowing into him, though he returns the embrace with two of his arms. One of the others takes the opportunity to try to catch the cinder-turned-insect, cupping the side of Lortel's head suddenly, just above her ear. Slowly, he lifts his enclosed hand, discovering no insect, not even the light it shone with.
Nothing? ] I kissed him, once.
[ Did it crawl into her hair...? Ivan brushes it away to test his theory. ]
He's never brought it up.
[ When that doesn't work, he employs more of his hands to comb through her fire red hair with their claws. If there's anything alive in there, he intends to find it. ]
I'd assume it's because he doesn't want to talk about it, wouldn't you?
she simply lets all this happen, working doubletime at stitching her growing alarm under her skin. it's—deeply strange, but it's hardly as if he's hurting her, or himself. so, with a slow and controlled sigh, she simply tilts her head into his many small touches. it feels sort of nice, if she lets herself think about it. her eyes shut. ]
He may not know how to address it. You did say he liked that girl. Perhaps he's still figuring out his own feelings. You won't know unless you ask him. Or kiss him again, perhaps.
[ Although he formulates a response, it never occurs to him that he hasn't said it aloud.
His hands continue to move large handfuls of her hair around, becoming more urgent in their doing so. He can feel it moving like there's something in it, like that something is fleeing from his fingers faster than he can find it. The color isn't helping, nor are the flames that bring even more bright, golden light flickering across the shiny strands. Even his fingers reflect those colors as he draws them back and stares at how they've come up empty.
Everything is blending together. ]
...there's a bug.
[ He finally says. ]
...dangerous? I don't know. Should... shake it out.
Orange, yellow, red. Blinking doesn't make it go away. The room is painted and pulsing around him, almost seeming to breathe. Lortel doesn't seem alarmed though, even though she's starting to wiggle and wobble at the edges, too, like she's a burning gas, no longer solid.
When did the world change; it was frozen, and now... it's this...? ]
You're so calm, Lortel. Haha! I thought I was the best at keeping a straight face.
Hardly. You couldn't hope to challenge me on that front, [ she beams, working even harder to keep the mangled snarl of her true feelings both off her face and out of the murmur. there's just nothing behind that smile of hers.
quietly, in the back of her mind, she makes a note that she really ought to see if there's anyone in the city with genuine medical expertise. ]
It takes forever for her words to reach the part of his brain that processes them as concepts, not just sounds. Down there in that deepening pool, though, there's still logic working lazily.
Close his eyes... that's a strange suggestion, when it seems more important than ever to pay attention to their surroundings. ]
Oh... because I'm the only one seeing these things. I'm sick.
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Mm, and because of that she probably had the most friends out of anyone in the Garden. I know I made a few of the other students jealous, because when she wasn't spending her time with Sua she was spending it with me.
Especially, — Hm...
[ His thought turns to cotton before he can get it out. He hums a little bit to fill in for his inability to continue right away. Thinking, thinking.
What was he going to say? ]
Till and Mizi... Yes, he liked her.
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choosing, for now, to ignore the way he obviously lost his train of thought, she prompts: ]
Liked her?
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[ Ah. . .
But there's an easy remedy for that, isn't there? Ivan's eyes shrink to cheshire slivers, and he hides a budding smirk behind his fingers.
The Murmur fills with an image of a pink-haired girl saying a brief hello to their darling Till before walking away, who then turns around with a fire-engine red face. You'd think the girl had said something indecent, but no! ]
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the scene he sends her across the murmur...
... is something she inevitably compares to the first time she saw Ivan and Till interact.
hm.
rather bluntly: ]
And you like him, isn't that right?
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. . .what Till hasn't been able to figure out for their entire lives. He'd smile, but he's been smiling. He's always smiling. He adds to it a slow-building chuckle, even though he's not entirely sure it's funny—it seems like it should be. ]
I bet you take great pleasure in being right about things.
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Not pleasure. Pride. I've worked hard, you know.
[ plays with his hair idly. ]
I'm not asking for my own satisfaction, Ivan.
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Even if you were, I'm not upset. I'd never fault anyone for observing, Lortel, least of all you in your own home.
[ What she's doing feels nice, but it's no distraction, now that he has his own curiosity to sate. ]
But why does my interest in Till interest you?
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[ she keeps doin what she's doin.
it's not that she, you know, doesn't have ulterior motives.
it's just that she also actually cares about him, somewhat despite herself. ]
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[ And Mizi is hardly attainable, so completely entangled with her Sua. Even Till himself knows this, but the heart does what the heart does. It almost made Ivan feel sorry, watching Till spend his days dwelling on someone who would always be out of his reach.
Is he supposed to be jealous of that? ]
Why would I hold that against him?
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[ that may be more telling of who she is as a person than anything to do with Ivan. ]
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[ Creatures Till hates, the reason their lives were the way that they were. ]
I'm human; I don't own anyone.
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I do.
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it's not as if she can't relate. ]
My poor Ivan, [ she murmurs, gentle. ] Whatever will we do with you?
So? What are you going to do to win him over?
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We tethered.
[ Through the phenomenon that is this place, Till has felt his heart. Ivan has no control over what he chooses to do with it next. If all that happens is they continue to live as they have, then he'll still find some twisted way to be satisfied. He is a persistent, ever resourceful parasite. ]
I don't think there's more to be done, mm? [ Ivan stares into the fire that struggles strangely to provide warmth. Even just the subtle and slow machinations of Lortel's hands do a better job than it. Would the cinders the flames pitch away even burn? He watches one take to the air. It's like it's alive, swirling around once, twice, before continuing.
For a moment he swears that it has wings. ]
What would you sug— [ It's in Lortel's hair now; it does have wings, a burning butterfly. Ivan blinks rapidly. ] —gest?
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a thrill of cold panic runs through her core. though all he may get through the murmur, at best, is a faint sense of alarm. she is careful to keep it close, as far from the murmur as she can stitch under her skin. it won't do to scare him, but she's already trying to think of what she'll need to do if this gets worse. if she truly poisoned him—
this might be a bug. this might be a slightly insane, somewhat hollow bug.
but it is her bug, now. and if she hurt him, she will weep.
swallowing, she embraces him, tucking into his side, and there is protectiveness in the curl of her arms and hands. ]
Why, can't you simply tell him? How else is he to know?
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By the butterfly, and by Lortel burrowing into him, though he returns the embrace with two of his arms. One of the others takes the opportunity to try to catch the cinder-turned-insect, cupping the side of Lortel's head suddenly, just above her ear. Slowly, he lifts his enclosed hand, discovering no insect, not even the light it shone with.
Nothing? ] I kissed him, once.
[ Did it crawl into her hair...? Ivan brushes it away to test his theory. ]
He's never brought it up.
[ When that doesn't work, he employs more of his hands to comb through her fire red hair with their claws. If there's anything alive in there, he intends to find it. ]
I'd assume it's because he doesn't want to talk about it, wouldn't you?
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she simply lets all this happen, working doubletime at stitching her growing alarm under her skin. it's—deeply strange, but it's hardly as if he's hurting her, or himself. so, with a slow and controlled sigh, she simply tilts her head into his many small touches. it feels sort of nice, if she lets herself think about it. her eyes shut. ]
He may not know how to address it. You did say he liked that girl. Perhaps he's still figuring out his own feelings. You won't know unless you ask him. Or kiss him again, perhaps.
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His hands continue to move large handfuls of her hair around, becoming more urgent in their doing so. He can feel it moving like there's something in it, like that something is fleeing from his fingers faster than he can find it. The color isn't helping, nor are the flames that bring even more bright, golden light flickering across the shiny strands. Even his fingers reflect those colors as he draws them back and stares at how they've come up empty.
Everything is blending together. ]
...there's a bug.
[ He finally says. ]
...dangerous? I don't know. Should... shake it out.
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[ she has no idea how straightforward she should be. would denying his delusions help, or make things worse? ]
Shh, shh. [ she lifts her hands to cup his face, thumbs skating over his skin, hoping the touch will be even a little grounding. ]
I'm safe. We're safe. There's no danger. Trust me, hm?
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[ His pupils have grown large.
Orange, yellow, red. Blinking doesn't make it go away. The room is painted and pulsing around him, almost seeming to breathe. Lortel doesn't seem alarmed though, even though she's starting to wiggle and wobble at the edges, too, like she's a burning gas, no longer solid.
When did the world change; it was frozen, and now... it's this...? ]
You're so calm, Lortel. Haha! I thought I was the best at keeping a straight face.
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she is quite, quite sure. ]
Hardly. You couldn't hope to challenge me on that front, [ she beams, working even harder to keep the mangled snarl of her true feelings both off her face and out of the murmur. there's just nothing behind that smile of hers.
quietly, in the back of her mind, she makes a note that she really ought to see if there's anyone in the city with genuine medical expertise. ]
Would it help to close your eyes?
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His thoughts are slowing down.
It takes forever for her words to reach the part of his brain that processes them as concepts, not just sounds. Down there in that deepening pool, though, there's still logic working lazily.
Close his eyes... that's a strange suggestion, when it seems more important than ever to pay attention to their surroundings. ]
Oh... because I'm the only one seeing these things. I'm sick.
[ Blunted, barely there panic. ]
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