you hear a voice. male, light. familiar. thoughtful.
The scripture tells this story. After the death of Alpates, her children were overwhelmed with despair. Aelfric then crafted a single mirror from her body. And the warm light from the mirror relieved their clan of their sadness. Alpates's mission was to protect that mirror.
another voice, low, female. somber.
But... why would she give the mirror to us? And what does the light shall not fade mean?
and as this voice speaks, the cave starts to grow dark. more, and more, and more. the lights that line the cave walls all begin to flicker violently as the corpse eunhyuk is examining starts to shake, violently. and then - with a sudden roar, the body explodes into shadow. it's like a whirlpool, the wind screaming, the stone walls starting to crawl around you as the darkness drags all of you in. you cannot escape it, not even if you cling to each other. it takes over all.
and you are left - somewhere, together, but separate. ]
the two of you - shu, eunhyuk - are together, in a forest. it's very, very dark: the moon is new today, and there's only the light of the stars overhead and your lanterns to guide your way. as you come to awareness, you find purple fog, dark and heavy, that gathers around your legs. it makes you feel... sad? there's this somberness to it. it reminds you of what you've lost. who you've lost. tyra. eunyoo. have you lost them? are they gone forever? what can you do?
the two of you remember you were wearing a necklace with a crescent moon it, when you first arrived in the icy cold stormhail. that necklace has tightened - around your neck, like a choker. maybe like a collar. you instinctively know that this collar is laden with poison - that if you remove it, the poison will kill you. the moon charm still dangles from it at your throat.
the very first thing you might notice is that it is silent. the wind occasionally rustles through the trees, but there's no chirping of bugs. no birdsong. nothing.
[ gives up, lies down and waits for the earth to claim him.
no. shu just lifts his lantern up and then holds out his other arm for scarecrow to waddle on to. ]
Go and take a look around. Only up though, don't go too far out.
[ sometimes it pays to have a bird with you. he'll hold his arm steady until scarecrow has flown away, before lowering his free arm and the arm holding the lantern, just a bit. ]
[There's a beat as Eunhyuk looks around, then he raises his lantern too, in the opposite direction of Shu's, in an attempt to broaden their field of vision.
...his eyes go down to the purple fog swirling about their legs, then over at Shu. He's tense, he has no idea where the others are, but he's thinking other thoughts too -- eunyoo -- he takes in a breath, and waits for Shu's bird to come back. In the meantime,]
...Alpates had a note on her. 'Where the light meets the darkness, the light shall not fade.'
[he lifts the lantern a little as if to test that,]
[ poor eunhyuk who has purple and black trauma. i'm so sorry to you specifically. the purple fog stays at their legs, for now.
starting with shu - scarecrow says, "you got it!" and then flaps his wings. it's weird, because you lose track of him nearly immediately into the darkness, as he sails up into the treetops over head. your animal senses are pretty strong as a hunter, shu, and you'll note that things are just... still, here. silent.
eunhyuk - when you lift the lantern, the darkness does seem a little less cloying. the light inside flickers warmly, a safe, comfortable yellow, but it only lights the barest space ahead of you, enough that you won't trip if you choose to walk forward.
scarecrow returns a few moments later and settles on shu's arm. he seems..unsettled. you can feel it. There's a path to the left and a path to the right, but that's... all I can see. It's too dark. ... Something's wrong. ]
[ eunhyuk your purple and black trauma... this really happened to him. ]
Well, our lanterns aren't out yet. Here's hoping it stays that way.
[ his eyes narrow slightly when he realises that he can't sense scarecrow up in the sky, or anything really. no rustling in the trees, no crack of branches under animal feet. how much you're constantly hearing all around you, but only realising it when it's suddenly gone. there's an itch of discomfort under his skin from the silence and the nagging feeling of something being missing that he doesn't want to dwell on for too long.
as soon as he sees scarecrow he holds out his arm and shifts to let the little bird tuck himself back into the collar of his coat as he relays what he's seen. ]
There's a path to the left and to the right. But-- it's too dark and it feels wrong, apparently. How's the lantern doing?
[a path to the left and right.... now that's horror movie rules right there,
Eunhyuk holds the lantern further out,]
It's not a flashlight, but it should be enough to see just what's in front of us.
[he looks over at shu. before, in stormhail, eunhyuk had thought splitting up would be fine if it came to that, but now? ...he does not want to be alone. he's never been someone scared of the dark, but like scarecrow apparently mentioned to shu -- it feels wrong, especially ominous.]
[ shu, you can't sense anything. your beastling ears are especially sensitive, and so is your nose - the smell of this place is just... wrong. it's like rot, and death, but from a distance. it feels sticky, like that awful feeling of something missing is coating your lungs. scarecrow shivers and curls up closer to you, muttering, "I don't like this."
you press forward, though.
as the two of you walk forward, you realize that the ground changes a little. to the left, the pathway is a dirt one that starts to slowly change into stone at the very edge of where your lantern light casts. to the right, there's just more dirt. both patches have tree roots gnarled across the ground.
the silence stays oppressive and miserable. your heart feels like it's a lead weight. do you choose to press on? ]
[the vibes are not great for eunhyuk and he's pretty sure they're not great for shu either... but the thing about eunhyuk is that he is always feeling some type of miserable, and the answer to it every time is to keep going. he doesn't know how to be any other way.
So he'll lift the lantern to help light their way as they go down the left path....]
the two of you - shouxue, harley - are together, in a forest. it's very, very dark: the moon is new today, and there's only the light of the stars overhead and your lanterns to guide your way. as you come to awareness, you find purple fog, dark and heavy, that gathers around your legs. it makes you feel... sad? there's this somberness to it. it reminds you of what you've lost. who you've lost. xia gaojun. poison ivy. have you lost them? are they gone forever? what can you do?
both of you are mentally yourselves again, for the most part. but you are still wearing your collars, and you still instinctively know that these collars is laden with poison - that if you remove it, the poison will kill you.
the very first thing you might notice is that it is silent. the wind occasionally rustles through the trees, but there's no chirping of bugs. no birdsong. nothing.
[okay. well. regaining her identity sucks, actually. now she has to deal with that sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. the despair at the knowledge that she might have lost ivy again, and this time possibly for good. she carefully rubs at her neck with an icy cold hand, anxiety prickling at her skin while she examines their surroundings.
and upon determining that she has no idea where the fuck they are, she turns to shouxue.]
[ not the identity issues. she sinks to the ground, holding her head. she may be healed, but she has to sort her thoughts out, trying to place herself. she touches her neck where the collar is. she looks at harley and frowns as she registers who she is and isn't.
she looks up at the sky, sees that it's a new moon, and freezes in fear for just a second. she shuts her eyes, as if she expects something, and then she breathes out, calming herself. she's okay. even if there is sadness... even if there is loss? she has to bite back more panic.
her raven friend is with her, who is now named manyue for the fun of it. ]
.... I will be fine. I don't like this at all. [ her voice is quiet, as to keep calm. ] There is no sounds of life.
Manyue, go up and scout the area. See if you can see anyone or anything other than trees.
manyue nuzzles at the side of shouxue's face, and then goes up into the trees! above the trees, even. you lose track of it very quickly - the dark is oppressive. the only thing keeping it back is the light of your lanterns, which are trying very hard to stay lit with how cold and icy it feels around you.
when manyue comes back, it settles up close, huddling against her jaw.
There's nothing... there's a path up ahead, to the left and right, but it's... this place makes me feel bad. ]
harley holds her lantern up and close to them while waiting for the bird to return. when it does, she tilts her head while listening to it... squawk. i guess. she does not speak bird.]
What did your friend say?
[quietly, but it still sounds like a hecking gunshot in the middle of the oppressive silence. she keeps one hand close to her weapons, ready to draw them the moment they're needed. if shouxue decides to go left or right, she'll follow her, making sure to stick close so she can react if something suddenly jumps at them. no double dying tonight, please.]
anyway. manyue curls up closer to shouxue, if it were even possible, feathers soft and warm against her cheek. you get the sense that manyue, were her dear raven not so devoted, would also not want to be anywhere near this place if given the choice, but for shouxue, manyue will press on.
as you walk forward, the right path appears to be a bit more muddy than the left path. the ground is littered with tree roots, gnarled and ancient. you can see ivy scrawled across the trees, and you'd think the sight of the plant life might be familiar, harley, but for you, it just feels worse. after all - right now, it feels like there's nothing left alive in this forest, right? is ivy? would she be, with you there?
your lanterns flicker against the oppressive, sticky darkness. shouxue, your senses are very strong as a huntress - draefendi's guidance helps you recognize that the air smells like rot, though rot from a distance. it does seem slightly stronger down this rightwards path.
but maybe that's a good thing. you're not the type to run away from danger, are you?
the purple fog continues to swirl around your ankles. it feels cold, but it's raised no higher, at the very least. ]
[everything is so heavy and still. lifeless. the sight of the gnarled roots and sprawling ivy makes her feel like someone has is squeezing her heart in an icy vice grip. makes her twitchy. makes her feel like there's not enough air even though, by all appearances, it seems like they're outside.
the purple fog is unnerving. the mud is... gross. she makes a face, making a small noise of disgust when the mud gets on her toes. she's wearing sandals. it's a nice distraction from the thought of dead plants.]
God, it's so fuckin' cold... I wonder where the others wound up.
the two of you - viktor, lucien - are together, in a forest. it's very, very dark: the moon is new today, and there's only the light of the stars overhead and your lanterns to guide your way. as you come to awareness, you find purple fog, dark and heavy, that gathers around your legs. it makes you feel... sad? there's this somberness to it. it reminds you of what you've lost. who you've lost. (sorry interrupts my very serious narrative because:) lucien. viktor. but have you lost them? aren't they right here?
lucien, you were wearing a necklace with a crescent moon it, when you first arrived in the icy cold stormhail. that necklace has tightened - around your neck, like a choker. maybe like a collar. you instinctively know that this collar is laden with poison - that if you remove it, the poison will kill you. the moon charm still dangles from it at your throat.
viktor - you are still wearing yours. you do now feel like yourself, though sometimes you remember what it's like to be a blacksnake.
the very first thing you might notice is that it is silent. the wind occasionally rustles through the trees, but there's no chirping of bugs. no birdsong. nothing.
[THE LAST THING THAT HAPPENED TO THEM WAS TERRIFYING, THANKS.
For a second, he is wondering how suddenly he is walking along in the forest. The lantern is somehow sorta familiar--wait. Something else is familiar, too. His lantern slowly lowers... Hold on (flurry voice) sorry to interrupt my very serious narrative he needs to be shocked.]
[ well a lot just happened in the past 30 seconds so it takes him a beat to realize that he is now suddenly in this creepy forest and is now being addressed like this - though for the moment he just looks at him semi-suspiciously. he has said his name in an italicized way which implies perhaps his brain is less soupy but he doesn't have confirmation of that yet. ]
your lanterns seem to really be the only thing that's warm, here, and even then it's not a lot. it makes the darkness creep away just a little, but... it's just the two of you, lost together. man standing on a path in a creepy forest. ]
[Confused, a little guilty, he reaches up to touch his temple. The brain feels mushy, but not soupy anymore, thankfully. His hand falls down to his neck afterward, brushing the stupid ass collar there. WHY DOES THIS STAY? Go away.]
It's me...
[He suddenly seems to realize those aren't the only weird things, and he raises his lantern to glance around them.]
[ Don't feel guilty over the boy who gets mad at you for things you did in a dream!! frowning a bit and reaching over like he's going to touch viktor's collar as well, pausing right before he touches it. ]
Good. Come on. We should probably walk and talk.
[ because, you know. creepy forest. he doesn't have a fancy bird to tell him there's a left and a right so he'll ... just start walkin'.]
to the left, the pathway is a dirt one that starts to slowly change into stone at the very edge of where your lantern light casts. to the right, there's just more dirt. both patches have tree roots gnarled across the ground. the silence of the forest around you almost hurts your ears. the smell of this place is just... wrong. it's like rot, and death, but from a distance. like walking through a graveyard.
does it even matter where you go? has it ever mattered? what even matters, when everywhere you go, people die? people you care about. ]
[No, he will. His hand lowers as if to make room, and even if Lucien doesn't touch it, that's fine. He's too worried it might somehow just poison Lucien despite Lucien having one, too.
He follows after through the foggy, too quiet forest. It makes him have to lower his voice even more, like a whisper is too loud.]
...Yes. Though I'm assuming... we won't be after this is all over.
[WELL, it's touch week, and also this fucking place is the worst, so he just reaches out to grab a hold of Lucien's hand. Idk how he does this if he still has a staff plus a lantern, but it's happening.]
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II. THOSE WHO DENY THE DAWN
you hear a voice. male, light. familiar. thoughtful.
The scripture tells this story. After the death of Alpates, her children were overwhelmed with despair. Aelfric then crafted a single mirror from her body. And the warm light from the mirror relieved their clan of their sadness. Alpates's mission was to protect that mirror.
another voice, low, female. somber.
But... why would she give the mirror to us? And what does the light shall not fade mean?
and as this voice speaks, the cave starts to grow dark. more, and more, and more. the lights that line the cave walls all begin to flicker violently as the corpse eunhyuk is examining starts to shake, violently. and then - with a sudden roar, the body explodes into shadow. it's like a whirlpool, the wind screaming, the stone walls starting to crawl around you as the darkness drags all of you in. you cannot escape it, not even if you cling to each other. it takes over all.
and you are left - somewhere, together, but separate. ]
SHU & EUNHYUK
the two of you - shu, eunhyuk - are together, in a forest. it's very, very dark: the moon is new today, and there's only the light of the stars overhead and your lanterns to guide your way. as you come to awareness, you find purple fog, dark and heavy, that gathers around your legs. it makes you feel... sad? there's this somberness to it. it reminds you of what you've lost. who you've lost. tyra. eunyoo. have you lost them? are they gone forever? what can you do?
the two of you remember you were wearing a necklace with a crescent moon it, when you first arrived in the icy cold stormhail. that necklace has tightened - around your neck, like a choker. maybe like a collar. you instinctively know that this collar is laden with poison - that if you remove it, the poison will kill you. the moon charm still dangles from it at your throat.
the very first thing you might notice is that it is silent. the wind occasionally rustles through the trees, but there's no chirping of bugs. no birdsong. nothing.
what will you do?]
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no. shu just lifts his lantern up and then holds out his other arm for scarecrow to waddle on to. ]
Go and take a look around. Only up though, don't go too far out.
[ sometimes it pays to have a bird with you. he'll hold his arm steady until scarecrow has flown away, before lowering his free arm and the arm holding the lantern, just a bit. ]
This doesn't look like that weird cave anymore.
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...his eyes go down to the purple fog swirling about their legs, then over at Shu. He's tense, he has no idea where the others are, but he's thinking other thoughts too -- eunyoo -- he takes in a breath, and waits for Shu's bird to come back. In the meantime,]
...Alpates had a note on her. 'Where the light meets the darkness, the light shall not fade.'
[he lifts the lantern a little as if to test that,]
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starting with shu - scarecrow says, "you got it!" and then flaps his wings. it's weird, because you lose track of him nearly immediately into the darkness, as he sails up into the treetops over head. your animal senses are pretty strong as a hunter, shu, and you'll note that things are just... still, here. silent.
eunhyuk - when you lift the lantern, the darkness does seem a little less cloying. the light inside flickers warmly, a safe, comfortable yellow, but it only lights the barest space ahead of you, enough that you won't trip if you choose to walk forward.
scarecrow returns a few moments later and settles on shu's arm. he seems..unsettled. you can feel it. There's a path to the left and a path to the right, but that's... all I can see. It's too dark. ... Something's wrong. ]
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Well, our lanterns aren't out yet. Here's hoping it stays that way.
[ his eyes narrow slightly when he realises that he can't sense scarecrow up in the sky, or anything really. no rustling in the trees, no crack of branches under animal feet. how much you're constantly hearing all around you, but only realising it when it's suddenly gone. there's an itch of discomfort under his skin from the silence and the nagging feeling of something being missing that he doesn't want to dwell on for too long.
as soon as he sees scarecrow he holds out his arm and shifts to let the little bird tuck himself back into the collar of his coat as he relays what he's seen. ]
There's a path to the left and to the right. But-- it's too dark and it feels wrong, apparently. How's the lantern doing?
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Eunhyuk holds the lantern further out,]
It's not a flashlight, but it should be enough to see just what's in front of us.
[he looks over at shu. before, in stormhail, eunhyuk had thought splitting up would be fine if it came to that, but now? ...he does not want to be alone. he's never been someone scared of the dark, but like scarecrow apparently mentioned to shu -- it feels wrong, especially ominous.]
Should we go left?
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you press forward, though.
as the two of you walk forward, you realize that the ground changes a little. to the left, the pathway is a dirt one that starts to slowly change into stone at the very edge of where your lantern light casts. to the right, there's just more dirt. both patches have tree roots gnarled across the ground.
the silence stays oppressive and miserable. your heart feels like it's a lead weight. do you choose to press on? ]
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So he'll lift the lantern to help light their way as they go down the left path....]
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SHOUXUE & HARLEY
the two of you - shouxue, harley - are together, in a forest. it's very, very dark: the moon is new today, and there's only the light of the stars overhead and your lanterns to guide your way. as you come to awareness, you find purple fog, dark and heavy, that gathers around your legs. it makes you feel... sad? there's this somberness to it. it reminds you of what you've lost. who you've lost. xia gaojun. poison ivy. have you lost them? are they gone forever? what can you do?
both of you are mentally yourselves again, for the most part. but you are still wearing your collars, and you still instinctively know that these collars is laden with poison - that if you remove it, the poison will kill you.
the very first thing you might notice is that it is silent. the wind occasionally rustles through the trees, but there's no chirping of bugs. no birdsong. nothing.
what will you do?]
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and upon determining that she has no idea where the fuck they are, she turns to shouxue.]
Are you okay, kid?
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she looks up at the sky, sees that it's a new moon, and freezes in fear for just a second. she shuts her eyes, as if she expects something, and then she breathes out, calming herself. she's okay. even if there is sadness... even if there is loss? she has to bite back more panic.
her raven friend is with her, who is now named manyue for the fun of it. ]
.... I will be fine. I don't like this at all. [ her voice is quiet, as to keep calm. ] There is no sounds of life.
Manyue, go up and scout the area. See if you can see anyone or anything other than trees.
[ she wants a bird's eye view. ]
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manyue nuzzles at the side of shouxue's face, and then goes up into the trees! above the trees, even. you lose track of it very quickly - the dark is oppressive. the only thing keeping it back is the light of your lanterns, which are trying very hard to stay lit with how cold and icy it feels around you.
when manyue comes back, it settles up close, huddling against her jaw.
There's nothing... there's a path up ahead, to the left and right, but it's... this place makes me feel bad. ]
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harley holds her lantern up and close to them while waiting for the bird to return. when it does, she tilts her head while listening to it... squawk. i guess. she does not speak bird.]
What did your friend say?
[quietly, but it still sounds like a hecking gunshot in the middle of the oppressive silence. she keeps one hand close to her weapons, ready to draw them the moment they're needed. if shouxue decides to go left or right, she'll follow her, making sure to stick close so she can react if something suddenly jumps at them. no double dying tonight, please.]
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she holds manyue close to her as she begins walking. ]
There is a path. It forks left and right, but otherwise... there is nothing else it can see.
[ she will begin walking towards the fork, holding her own lantern up to shed as much light as she can. ]
We should be careful.
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anyway. manyue curls up closer to shouxue, if it were even possible, feathers soft and warm against her cheek. you get the sense that manyue, were her dear raven not so devoted, would also not want to be anywhere near this place if given the choice, but for shouxue, manyue will press on.
as you walk forward, the right path appears to be a bit more muddy than the left path. the ground is littered with tree roots, gnarled and ancient. you can see ivy scrawled across the trees, and you'd think the sight of the plant life might be familiar, harley, but for you, it just feels worse. after all - right now, it feels like there's nothing left alive in this forest, right? is ivy? would she be, with you there?
your lanterns flicker against the oppressive, sticky darkness. shouxue, your senses are very strong as a huntress - draefendi's guidance helps you recognize that the air smells like rot, though rot from a distance. it does seem slightly stronger down this rightwards path.
but maybe that's a good thing. you're not the type to run away from danger, are you?
the purple fog continues to swirl around your ankles. it feels cold, but it's raised no higher, at the very least. ]
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the purple fog is unnerving. the mud is... gross. she makes a face, making a small noise of disgust when the mud gets on her toes. she's wearing sandals. it's a nice distraction from the thought of dead plants.]
God, it's so fuckin' cold... I wonder where the others wound up.
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VIKTOR & LUCIEN
the two of you - viktor, lucien - are together, in a forest. it's very, very dark: the moon is new today, and there's only the light of the stars overhead and your lanterns to guide your way. as you come to awareness, you find purple fog, dark and heavy, that gathers around your legs. it makes you feel... sad? there's this somberness to it. it reminds you of what you've lost. who you've lost. (sorry interrupts my very serious narrative because:) lucien. viktor. but have you lost them? aren't they right here?
lucien, you were wearing a necklace with a crescent moon it, when you first arrived in the icy cold stormhail. that necklace has tightened - around your neck, like a choker. maybe like a collar. you instinctively know that this collar is laden with poison - that if you remove it, the poison will kill you. the moon charm still dangles from it at your throat.
viktor - you are still wearing yours. you do now feel like yourself, though sometimes you remember what it's like to be a blacksnake.
the very first thing you might notice is that it is silent. the wind occasionally rustles through the trees, but there's no chirping of bugs. no birdsong. nothing.
what will you do? ]
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For a second, he is wondering how suddenly he is walking along in the forest. The lantern is somehow sorta familiar--wait. Something else is familiar, too. His lantern slowly lowers... Hold on (flurry voice) sorry to interrupt my very serious narrative he needs to be shocked.]
...Lucien?
[HE'S BACK. Sorta.]
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Still me. Are you done playing pretend?
[ NO NEED TO BE RUDE. ]
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your lanterns seem to really be the only thing that's warm, here, and even then it's not a lot. it makes the darkness creep away just a little, but... it's just the two of you, lost together. man standing on a path in a creepy forest. ]
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It's me...
[He suddenly seems to realize those aren't the only weird things, and he raises his lantern to glance around them.]
Where...?
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Good. Come on. We should probably walk and talk.
[ because, you know. creepy forest. he doesn't have a fancy bird to tell him there's a left and a right so he'll ... just start walkin'.]
... You alright?
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to the left, the pathway is a dirt one that starts to slowly change into stone at the very edge of where your lantern light casts. to the right, there's just more dirt. both patches have tree roots gnarled across the ground. the silence of the forest around you almost hurts your ears. the smell of this place is just... wrong. it's like rot, and death, but from a distance. like walking through a graveyard.
does it even matter where you go? has it ever mattered? what even matters, when everywhere you go, people die? people you care about. ]
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He follows after through the foggy, too quiet forest. It makes him have to lower his voice even more, like a whisper is too loud.]
...Yes. Though I'm assuming... we won't be after this is all over.
[WELL, it's touch week, and also this fucking place is the worst, so he just reaches out to grab a hold of Lucien's hand. Idk how he does this if he still has a staff plus a lantern, but it's happening.]
Which way...?
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