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.

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[reverso]

[Yes. That’s exactly why.

He doesn’t have to ask for clarification. He knows exactly what Edamura refers to, the conversion still clarion clear in his mind.]

I’ve decided I’d like to keep living, somehow, carving out a future for myself. Maybe that’s close enough for now.

[ordimame]

[honestly. . . yeah. it's the perfect first step. it may have been the first one Edamura had taken, too]

Good.

[a small breath]

. . . I don't think I can pretend to understand.

[or. . . pretend that it's okay, when it definitely is not. but he was right: his opinions haven't changed. this is simply a burden for Verso to carry, much like Edamura carries his own. and so long as he is ready and willing, then. . . that is enough]

But I hope you can still get there one day. Really.

[reverso]

[Their burdens may be shaped differently, but they carry them the same way. Getting to know Edamura in these past few weeks has made that clear to him, even if the details are not.]

Thank you. I'm hoping that, someday, I won't feel like I need to keep forgiving myself.

[That is a long day coming, and maybe it'll never arrive. But the hope is there that it might, which is the biggest difference fo all.]

And I want this for you, too, mon ami.

[ordimame]

. . . thanks.

[that's a genuine expression of gratitude as he inhales another lungful of ash, courtesy of his cigarette. he breathes out a rush of smoke afterwards, eyes slipping shut]

What do you plan on doing after this?

[reverso]

Ha. Maybe taking up the blade again, fighting for a cause I get to choose this time.

[Should he find himself in Messmer's world, that would be his reality. But Verso does not ask for peace and quiet; his "rest" hinges upon the ability to feel free from expectations, forced to live an identity he could never truly encompass. To be unchained from all of that is its own balm for the spirit.]

Can't let my sword-arm get too rusty, you know.

[ordimame]

[. . . that resonates, too. his smile widens]

Have you found one already? Or are you still in the market?