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persephone heart game, run 2

In the flicker of a candle-flame, in the stir of still water, in the fluttering of flower petals, there is a voice...

Once, there were...
...shadows in the window.
...footsteps at the gates of life.
...whispering at the door:
"Should I live or die? Am I living or dead?"
"To know the world is to choose it," says the Void.

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[another memory.]

[ mmmmyep.

opening the hair ornament box, to pick up the kanzashi ]

[this one.]

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[ taking a little longer before he picks up the jewelry box, and one of the jewels ]

[here.]

[ sighs a little, setting it back down there so he can go check out the clothing chest ]

[the clothing chest is full of clothing. shredded blue kimono, including the remains of Persephone's elaborate sapphire blue wedding dress. there's some white furisode there, too, which are fine, as are the frilly white sIV dresses.]

[ oh good.

picking up the white furisode, thoughtful. this is . . . bride's, he assumes. ]

[there are no memories attached to the cloth. there is whispering, though, vague, difficult to hear.]

[ staring down at it for just a little longer, just to see if the whisper is one voice or many voices ]

[it's many.]

[ immediately tearing up the white furisode. ]

[why does everyone hate my clothes.]

[ maybe don't have bad associations with your clothes and/or GHOSTS ATTACHED TO YOUR CLOTHES!! ]

[but my pretty clothes :(. anyway, now what.]

[ there are plenty of nonhaunted furisode you can get

does the room still feel pretty Oppressive Atmosphere ]

[it does, but the source is Elsewhere. like, say, in the courtyard.]

[ examining the bed, then ]

[here]

[ . . . closes his eyes

he is a little troubled by this one, entirely because, like

]

[any wonder why this place has such an oppressive atmosphere?

anyway, there's something under the pillows. one last object.]

[ nope

pulling up the pillow to see what that is though ]

[it's a cracked sake cup..]

[ holding onto it for a little while longer, even after he's fully digested the memory.

what would he have done differently? —nothing. of course he would have done the same.

eventually, he sets it on top of the pillow, drawing back. ]

[and that is the last of what is in this room.]

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sancrimony - 2021-01-30 07:54 (UTC) - Expand

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