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[ This is playing in the background while he writes. Even without any lyrics, he doesn't feel like talking over the music right now. It had taken a bit to figure it out after being unable to find him; hurrying to the castle to check and now back...
The music seems to echo even more than before, taking on a somewhat creepy undertone. One by one, they've all gone. ]
Zelman Clock hasreturned to [ Hm. Oblivion? Strike that. ] left. There's nobody here now that he would have wanted to say goodbye to, so don't bother missing him. But he doesn't belong on the list with the rest of Paradisa's rejected souls. He never did.
[ The music fades into static, and Joshua can be heard muttering the last words. ]
Quiet. You did promise.
later; [Lucrezia's Room]
[ It had started as a filter, with him trying to will her to wake up. But of course, he realizes how ridiculous it is to try and wake someone up through their journal. Sure they'll sometimes slip open, but when was it ever convenient?
Making the actual trip feels tedious when it shouldn't, not for him, and it makes him feel even more entitled when he just turns the door knob until the lock breaks rather soundly (what a mortal creation), letting him enter her room at his leisure. Joshua's aware that both Uru and Cesare might be awake and able to hear (the paranoia never leaves, not even when comfortable), so he doesn't turn on the light or make any sound, but the moon is still bright from the recent harvest moon.
The illuminated angel tucked under her covers seems to draw about so many protective gazes. Even his, for reasons that nobody else could understand. Only she seems to, and still she abuses it.
As they all do.
Sitting down on the edge of her bed, Joshua nearly leaning across her with one hand propped against the mattress, he's reminded of a fairy tale when peering down at her. He starts to say her name, but remembers another fairy tale.
Ducking down, the prince touches his lips gently to the princess's forehead. Wake up. ]
The music seems to echo even more than before, taking on a somewhat creepy undertone. One by one, they've all gone. ]
Zelman Clock has
[ The music fades into static, and Joshua can be heard muttering the last words. ]
Quiet. You did promise.
later; [Lucrezia's Room]
[ It had started as a filter, with him trying to will her to wake up. But of course, he realizes how ridiculous it is to try and wake someone up through their journal. Sure they'll sometimes slip open, but when was it ever convenient?
Making the actual trip feels tedious when it shouldn't, not for him, and it makes him feel even more entitled when he just turns the door knob until the lock breaks rather soundly (what a mortal creation), letting him enter her room at his leisure. Joshua's aware that both Uru and Cesare might be awake and able to hear (the paranoia never leaves, not even when comfortable), so he doesn't turn on the light or make any sound, but the moon is still bright from the recent harvest moon.
The illuminated angel tucked under her covers seems to draw about so many protective gazes. Even his, for reasons that nobody else could understand. Only she seems to, and still she abuses it.
As they all do.
Sitting down on the edge of her bed, Joshua nearly leaning across her with one hand propped against the mattress, he's reminded of a fairy tale when peering down at her. He starts to say her name, but remembers another fairy tale.
Ducking down, the prince touches his lips gently to the princess's forehead. Wake up. ]
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Come to gloat?
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Should you ever be?
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