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wroughtandtempered) wrote2024-07-19 03:48 pm
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heart game - MK, rinku
I’m sorry. I tried— I tried, but I can’t keep going—
I don’t think I can do this alone, so— Please. Please—
I need help.
I’m sorry. I tried— I tried, but I can’t keep going—
I don’t think I can do this alone, so— Please. Please—
I need help.
Re: EVE'S ROOM
Gently he picks up the last part of the mirror, ready for the pain.
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Instantly, pain slices through your fingers— but when you look there’s no sign of blood. Instead, you can hear Eve’s voice, faintly:
“Who am I? ...Is this all I am?”
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In the cleared reflection, you can see Eve’s room— but the futon with its myriad pillows and blankets has been shoved out of the corner, revealing a stone trap door underneath.
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"MK-san, look! The blankets are actually warm, you gotta try it! ...Are you okay? Did something hurt you again?"
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Rinku nods excitedly and shoves the futon to try and move it out of the way. She'll stop to rearrange any pillows that fall over.
"I put the pillows in a circle. Maybe that'll cheer Eve-chan up more! Oh, right!"
Once they've gotten the futon to where they need it, Rinku takes off the crocheted blanket and drapes it over MK instead, with all its warmth and laughter. She shifts again and flies up to perch on his shoulder.
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"Let's do this," He moved down to knock on the stone trap door then try to open it.
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