Drip drip drop

[onthehunt]

Who: Anyone
When: Day 84, Evening
Where: Level 4, Fountain
What:

[ At the fountain this evening, you may notice it a tad... fuller than usual. It looks like someone's filled it with water, along with what looks like random herbs and other plantlife mixed into it, giving the water a deep green shade. It doesn't stay that way for long as a young woman with tangled dark hair approaches with a carved out shell, wearing ragged leather clothes and a bone carved knife at her hip. Out of the shell and into the fountain she pours blood of... indeterminate origin and seems pleased as she mixes it in with a bare hand. ]

Yes, yes there, this will right it all.

Comments

[hallucinogenetic]

He shouldn't have to miss him! They should be together. That's all he's going to be trying to do, is to get back here. And for Alma, it's never going to go away, or heal, or fade. It'll just ache.

[anklets]

[Oh.

She gives him a look, almost stranded for how open it is, then gives a small, bubbling laugh. It isn't happy, not really.]

That's what your kind of love is. It would be the same if it were you out there.

[hallucinogenetic]

Yeah.

[anklets]

So it's something you'll have to accept.

[hallucinogenetic]

What part of this was me not accepting it?

[anklets]

...None of it, I suppose.

[hallucinogenetic]

Accepting it doesn't mean I like it.

[anklets]

You're right, of course.

Thank you, Kanda.

[hallucinogenetic]

. . . what?

[anklets]

You helped me understand something. That's all.

[hallucinogenetic]

. . . I don't get it.

[anklets]

I just needed to hear someone else talk about how they feel about this, I think.

[hallucinogenetic]

. . .

Are you upset?

[anklets]

[Doesn't answer, verbally. But there's a tiny nod.]

[hallucinogenetic]

. . . why?

[anklets]

I...

[anklets]

I'm afraid of losing him, too. Like—

[anklets]

[Ex...hale.]

Did you know you aren't the second Kanda to have come to this place?

[hallucinogenetic]

. . . yeah.

[anklets]

[Smiles faintly.]

[hallucinogenetic]

. . .

[puts a hand on top of her head]

[anklets]

[Reaches up and curls her fingers in his sleeve, just briefly.]

It would be nice if I didn't have to keep count of you.

[hallucinogenetic]

. . .

[. . . hhhhhugs? at least. another arm is coming to wrap around you]

[anklets]

[Turns round, towards him. She doesn't put her arms around him, though; just rests her forehead very lightly against his chest.]

[hallucinogenetic]

[that's fine]