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[devotedtothecore]

Who: Chrysos, anyone
When: Day 83, late morning to early eveningish
Where: Apartment C
What: Visitors and 'visitors' now that shenanigans are over

[ if you were to come by knocking during the late evening of the day, there would be no answer; earlier, however, and you might have had better luck. Unless you had access to apartments Z or E upstairs, in which case portal windows are handy. ]

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[devotedtothecore]

...

[ h-hahah... ]

I'm not sure... you'd find it as satisfying, before I'm healed.

[followthewind]

I ain't picky.

[devotedtothecore]

...

[ tugging half-heartedly at the grip around his wrist ]

"Again"... you said...

[followthewind]

[lets go, finally, hand moving up to rub at his own face]

. . . haven't you ever wondered why I outlived most of my tribe? You'd think a guy like me, with my weaknesses, would'a been gone a lot sooner.

[devotedtothecore]

..... [ splaying his own hand over his eyes ]


You were the biggest idiot of them all, one supposed...

[followthewind]

[snorts and shakes his head]

He helped me. When I was lost, the worst times . . . I could tell he was helpin'. Guidin' me back.

[devotedtothecore]

...

How did you know?

[followthewind]

It's . . . like how you know your machines. Your tools and gears.

I know his wind.

[a pause, and his a hand comes up to cover part of his chest, a familiar tattoo with an unknown story underneath his shirt] . . . were I anyone else, I would've became one of his priests.

[devotedtothecore]

......

[ fingers curl, and uncurl. ]

[followthewind]

I've shown and told him as much. [drops his hand, after a moment]

[devotedtothecore]

That he is precious to you.

Is that your point, Raven?

[followthewind]

Partly.

[devotedtothecore]

...and that he would never do us harm?

[followthewind]

What does he have to gain?

[devotedtothecore]

[ takes the hand off his eyes. ]

Nothing.

[followthewind]

That is my point.

[devotedtothecore]

I know.

....I knew.

[followthewind]

. . . and yet you were foolish anyway.

[devotedtothecore]

... [ hand goes back over his eyes, a smile tugging at his mouth. ]




I can't even hold my own self down, it seems.

[followthewind]

Could tie you to a bed.

[devotedtothecore]

...you could.

[followthewind]

It's temptin'.

[devotedtothecore]

You'd untie me eventually.

[followthewind]

I would?

[devotedtothecore]

Because you wouldn't punch a bound man.

[ ...heh. ]