wroughtandtempered | SEASONS

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SEASONS - IC INBOX

"...This is Eve. Leave a message if you want. Or just fucking text me, I get those fast."

For— sorry?

[ unfortunately for Wylan, she doesn't really remember any of the shenanigans in her heart, outside of subconscious warnings and impressions. ]

[Wylan sucks in his breath for a moment. He’s pretty sure his therapist won’t let him off that easy.]

I tried to give up at least twice. I’m sorry I gave up so easily.

...Wylan, I don't... actually know what you're talking abou—

[ wait

shit. fuck. maybe she does. ]

—oh. Shit. Were you in my heart game?

Yes, I was. And I got frustrated with myself for not being able to figure out how to help you.

...heart games are pretty fucked up and weird, Wylan. The first one I was in, I got stuck in a room and did jack shit but break things.

[ there's a trace of shame in her voice as she says it; it's been nearly a year and she still winces at how badly she'd fucked that up. ]

I'm sorry shit was like that? ...I don't think I could really help it, but I kind of remember... trying, I guess.

...Thanks for pushing forward anyway.

Yuuka helped me the most, it wasn't m--

[The inner therapist voice is telling him to take blame not only for mistakes but accomplishments too.

Gehzen this is harder than he thought.]

I did push forward when I thought all was lost. I hope there are other ways I can help you out here in the real world.

[ ...she hums, thoughtfully ]

Maybe...

...you're good with chemicals, right? Would you maybe know how to build a steam distillery?

[Wylan perks up immediately and it shows in his voice.]

I do! Would you like me to build one for you?

Yeah, if you don't mind? One of my hobbies-slash-businesses uses essential oils, and if I can distill my own instead of buying them...

[ a pause, and then she chuckles ]

...well, it'd be more work. But it'd be fun work, is the point.