week two | dates

[marriagebroker]

Kiss the girl~!

Or guy.

Or person.

Or Messmer's snake.

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[poans]

[Is that true?

As far as he knows, Odile is not a liar. She could well be telling the truth, and she likely is. After what she's confessed, though, every word she utters now feels as if he's handling an open wound with clumsy hands. She speaks of the finite years she's got left, and he thinks of the decades that must've grown the cavity.

Odile, he realizes, is lonely, and she dreams of belonging somewhere—with someone.]

Has your search here availed you aught?

[researcherstory]

... In some ways, but in others it has only enlightened me the way traveling to Vaugarde did. I suppose we'll see in the weeks to come.

[ Whether or not she'd found someone suitable enough, or if she might be fine with who the producers think would. There are those she would consider asking, yes, but she needs to know the full of their situations too, if they can afford to join her or she them. And it is so early, still. That... a small handful of people will have gotten this out of her is something, and Odile notes it gently in mind. ]

[poans]

[For those in the pure pursuit of knowledge, enlightenment would have been enough; this, however, is something much more abstract and wearisome. Though he doesn't say it, his words to her from their first day at the manor still stand. He's finally beginning to see the struggles she endures.]

Yes, I suppose we will.

[Three more ceremonies remain. He wonders what will happen in that brief period of time.]