[OPEN] I fight the fever alone

[bemist]

WHO: Gebura and you!
WHAT: June catch-all! Maybe longer! It's a mystery!
WHERE: All around
WHEN: June 2024
WARNINGS: Graphic descriptions of violence, dismemberment, murder, gore and death. Also spoilers for Lobotomy Corporation and Library of Ruina!



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[ignoreher]

[ always so hard on herself, if she knew. a small thing they have in common. not self-deprecating, but critical all the same. ]

... I think so too. I don't... know everything that happened to everyone, and... I didn't pay enough attention to others when I was still live, either, but...

[ she wasn't good at being a person, or so she'd told izou. a quiet explanation he couldn't have made sense of -- but maybe he does a little more now, their awkward similarities a little too close to home.

malkuth exhales, then reaches up and rests her hand on the other's head. what can be said in three will be said in thirty, but... that's how it is. long winded, but every word is chosen with care. ]

But I can't imagine my current life without you or anyone else in it. [ softer, voice cracking a little. ] I don't want to, either. And I definitely don't regret forsaking a comfy, safe job back in my home Nest with how happy doing just that made me in the end. You're so vivid, it makes my chest hurt.

[bemist]

[ There she goes again. Thirty for three. Gebura is well-used to it by now, Malkuth's bright and animated chatter to Yesod's more muted but just as lengthy observations and criticisms, Hod's careful choice of phrase and Netzach's lazy drawl.

It's not as familiar when compared to Chesed's almost sing-song way of speaking far more than he should and Tiphereth's tart quips--Tiphereth, who came from the Outskirts. Though her counterpart had also been surprisingly eloquent, detached but caring more than he should.

Malkuth has also changed, in subtle ways, even from her time in the Library. ]

I'm not a bright spot, or anything like that. But I can tell you what you already know; that there's no point in imagining things that won't happen. At this point, we can only move forward, since we weren't allowed to stop moving at all.