week three | dates

[marriagebroker]

Here we go again.

You all better kiss.

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[crimsin]

Mademoiselle…

[ So, it was a curse, in a sense. A curse and a blessing all rolled into one. ]

I am so sorry. [ ... ] I am glad, for what it is worth, that you managed to survive. It means we could meet now. You and all the others, too.

[embellwish]

[ She lets out a soft puff of air, almost a chuckle at those words, chin coming to rest on her hand. ]

I didn't use to see things that way.

[ Being the only one to survive, well... some would say that was an extreme stroke of fate. It never felt much like a blessing, in the century that followed, though. Only now has her opinion started to shift. ]

Everything's gone, you know? The people, our customs, even our language. [ She's the only thing that's left, her and the wisteria. She keeps her tone distant and light, not wanting to do more than scratch the surface of the depth of the loss. ] Even though I survived, sometimes I would wonder why I couldn't have just stayed with everyone.

[ .... ]

Lately, though... I'm grateful to have this second chance at life. With all of you.

[crimsin]

[ He hums a little, the sound so soft but so full of understanding. Their circumstances aren’t the same, but similar. There are some days he misses his home something fierce, wonders how things might have been different if he had been able to stay with his family.

Yingying’s family is gone. There’s no going back for her, and it’s a bittersweet sort of ache that twists around his ribs on her behalf. ]

I am glad we have been a bright spot for you. Some more than others, perhaps?

[ Even if Yi Sang is the gloomiest motherfucker in existence. ]

[embellwish]

Hmmm? Everyone's been really precious to me...

[ She sing songs, very innocently, resting her cheek on a hand. Playing coy never gets old. Besides, at this point in the game, there's sadly only crumbs to report on, woe is her. ]

There's not anything special going on for me just yet, sweetheart. Despite my best efforts...~