week four | mingle

[marriagebroker]

Final week at the estate! Final week with your friends. Final week with your beaus. Time to make the most of it, everyone!

In fact, to celebrate this fact, today there is a cake. It's nothing special, just a nice little cake to enjoy with your morning coffee or throughout the day. Yay, cake!

And when Wei Wuxian arrives that morning, he is going to call out once again for everyone to join him, near the cake.

"Everyone, I have another announcement!"

Hell yeah, announcements.

Boom Boom Room | Dates | Property Damage
Truth Booth Voting | Match Ceremony Voting

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[anathemaw]

[ and Messmer feels nothing. This is what he has come to expect. ]

... Love would accomplish nothing.

[ just as he'd said before. His actual meaning now is clearer: it won't save him from anything that he's done. ]

[gamboler]

[ No, it won't. Not for someone like him. Coldly, with an eerie calm: ]

Did it even mean anything, to you? To take away everything, from people who already had nothing?

[ (He may be projecting, just a little bit, here.) ]

[anathemaw]

[ he is projecting - the Hornsent were clever, rich in culture and resources alike, and they used that wealth as any nation would - but there's no point in correcting him. That look in his eyes is familiar; he may as well be a Hornsent, himself. ]

It meant something to her. For her love I would have burned the stars to the ground and lain upon the embers.

[ something complicated answers his voice - resentment, but not towards Aventurine. ]

[gamboler]

I'm afraid that's not a good enough answer.

[ Fruitless, perhaps, because there's no answer that would be good enough for him. He's not so blinded by his resentment as to think the circumstances are the same, but whatever reason Messmer did this for isn't any better than the excuses the IPC gave them. They promised. They promised —

No matter how young he was when it happened, he still understood that broken promise is why when the Katicans came, flooding their camps on the Avgins' holy day of rebirth, they had no shields. They had no weapons.

He only had his two legs to carry him as far away as possible, just like Big Sis told him to. ]

Would you do it again? If she asked you to? Would you remain indifferent to the screams of children as they burned just because mommy said so?

[anathemaw]

[ he knows very well that there is no good enough answer - he's spent the better part of the past several hundred years trying to find one, himself, when the divine veneer of his crusade began to wear thin and the promise of his mother's love drifted further and further into the past. If it exists, he hasn't found it, either.

He's already heard those screams, too. After all, he was the one who set the fires. ]

Aventurine, [ Messmer rumbles. ] Thy sorrows will find no relief in any words of mine.

[gamboler]

[ No, he won't. He knows who was directly responsible for the genocide of his people, and it wasn't Messmer. Even if he was, there would be no relief in it, because he can never get back what was lost. He's carried this legacy of loss him since he was small — that burden will always be with him, no matter how how grows or changes.

So instead of responding with further barbs, Aventurine only turns and walks away. He has nothing more to say, no desire to twist the knife further, when it's already clearly been embedded in Messmer's heart for a long, long time.

And to think he might have called him a friend. ]