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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[reverso]

[Poor Messmer... whatever he had must really be strong stuff. He might regret this in the morning, but hopefully, the match ceremony goes well enough that a hangover barely registers as a problem at all.

(Fingers crossed.)]

...it's kindness I think you deserve. [ ... ] And even if you don't believe that you do, I think that's all the more reason to give it freely.

[A darkened soul that needs tending, brought down by the heavy weight of time and all that accompanied it. The feeling of being undeserving is one they share, but Verso can do his part to mitigate this feeling in Messmer.]

And because I like you. You know. Like-like.

[anathemaw]

[ like-like ... not this childish nonsense again. Nonsense that might be a blessing in disguise, seeing as it takes the edge off of that very tender sentiment; even blunted, it shoots straight to his veins. All he can think is why? As he'd just stated, he doesn't understand where this kindness springs from - and he definitely doesn't while he can hardly think straight. Instead, he just feels numbly embarrassed and a little stricken. ]

Poor Verso... Thou'rt worthy of more than a heartless serpent. One better-suited to ease thy suffering... a gentler lord. O were it so.

[ Messmer rambles in a melancholy mumble, the drink drawing out his hissing sibilance on each S more than usual, and slumps forward, balancing his forehead against his tented hands. ]

I remember not... joy, nor love. 'Tis greed alone I offer thee...

[reverso]

[So deep in his cups that melancholy descends upon Messmer more easily than usual, as well as those lengthened S's (which he does find cute, but now's not the time to remark on that.) It twinges at his heart.

He'll feel the gentle touch of Verso, who places a hand on his arm.]

Messmer, do you really think you'd feel this way if you were heartless? If you were not a gentle soul at your core?

[He's seen it; he doesn't need further convincing that Messmer is one of the most empathetic peope here, and thus his past harms him deeply. Hollows him out until he's numb.]

Your heart needs healing. But even so, I know it is capable of so much more than just greed. If you can't trust yourself to believe that, at least trust me.

[anathemaw]

[ Such sweet words. Despite his previous (dubious) comments about being unmoved by Verso's compliments, he's evidently moved by these ones, one big tired eye peering out over his hands rather pitifully. The grim inner voice that normally takes charge and deflects any sort of praise about his personality is currently passed out on account of the alcohol; instead, the words just wash over him like a warm bath. No, he doesn't believe them, and no, he still doesn't think he can offer anything to Verso, but hearing someone think so tenderly of him makes him feel...

Well. Not happy, surely, but certainly... touched. Bless Verso for taking him so seriously while he's this drunk. ]

By thy words I am made greedier still... Thou knowest not their depths. [ he makes a small, noncommittal noise, halfway to a sigh. Every time he talks to Verso, he feels like some little piece of him is changed... ] ... I do trust thee.

[ the touch on his arm is nice, too, and for all his grumbling, his hazy state means he doesn't even stop himself from leaning into it. Maybe a little too much. Hopefully Verso is ready to withstand Messmer slumping towards him instead of the table, or else they might both end up on the ground in a minute. ]