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Posted: Tue May 02, 2017 12:51 am
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Melany looked away, wrapping both hands around her mug like she expected it would warm her. "Probably," she said, muted. When discussing anything else, she was bright and vibrant, bubbly like the fizzy wines she favored. Then the topic turned to her other self, to the other world, and she went flat as still water. "Maybe you could... I know it's a lot to ask, but could you just..." She was awkwardly silent for a long minute, and then said, "Would you tell them I don't want to be like this? And I don't mean it?"
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2017 12:20 pm
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"It... it... I heard it doesn't work like that for nobles. That nobles don't repeat and that's what a part of you is. It persists, unchanging, un-resetting. I think, if you died, it'd be permanent." Horace's jaw clenched. "But we're gonna find a way, me and Shiloh."
He looked over at her, then up at the sky. "Can you promise me something, though, Melany? Can you... just persist a little longer, like, don't give up, please. If the.. if the time rolls around, then..."
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2017 9:01 pm
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After she spoke, he did look back at her, catching the edge of her smile. Horace opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again. "If it does come to that, don't... be alone. I mean you don't have to b-be." A beat. "I mean - I'm not saying take an honor guard with you." He cracked a pained smile. The thought of her remaining alone after her own forced isolation was just... painfully sad.
"...I'm glad I met you, too. Looking at it from an outsider's view, it kinda sounds like a movie, doesn't it? Doesn't feel like one, though." He huffed out a little laugh. "Where's my special effects crew?" wished it was a movie, one of those that had a happy ending.
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2017 8:58 am
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Horace waited a moment, wondering if Melany was asking what he thought she was. "I'd stay with you." But she'd be going down a road he'd been down before and could not follow. His fingers rubbed over the ring-shaped scar. There were too many promises he'd made and, even if everything reset, Horace had to keep trying.
"Harry Potter came back out of that forest, back to his friends. You're never as alone as you feel really, even if you're isolated a bit, sorry." Horace sighed. "And you don't have to be alone."
"Also, whatever, my fashion sense is perfect." He wrinkled his nose at her, his glasses going crooked with the movement.
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