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[crittersheep]

WHO: all
WHERE: all
WHEN: Day 9, evening into night

[the sun goes down; the two moons rise.

it all looks...quite different. the laundromat lengthens and transforms the silhouette of Woolietown in the distance. the lighthouse beacon comes to life for the first time, throwing strong, brilliant light and stark shadows across the meadow and into the barns. the lazy river encircles the pasture in a glittering band, the bobbing shapes of the pool toys a little bit eerie until they drift into full view.

perhaps some of you are winding down. perhaps some of you are just gearing up for a wild adventure in the shadows. perhaps some of you, regardless of if you sleep or stay up, find your dreams and nightmares crawling out beyond the bounds of your own head tonight, drawing others in...

the night is full of possibilities.]

Comments

brief suicide ideation

[beathollow]

( the princess continues to listen attentively, quietly- she always does, even if it might not seem like it.

it's comforting, that he's cleared the shelf, that he's had his books emptied too. that even now he is here, fulfilled and living.

she wants to live. she wants to die. she wants to want to live.

after a moment, the princess stands and wraps her arms around the miner, as one would a caretaker (and that is his role in this story, isn't it?). )

Thank you.

[finalbows]

_{[ confused miner noises. like any dedicated show piece, touching him feels a little strange and like maybe something is going to get wrinkled permanently, but the emotion of the dream's implicit truth overrides what reality might otherwise insist upon-- he slowly relaxes into the hug, and a bit stiltedly, pats her atop her head. ]}

..You're welcome, Princess.

[beathollow]

( the princess smiles up at him and eventually steps back, unbothered by the stiffness. but there's still the mess...

after a moment, sonata places the book he had picked up back on the shelf. the others... )

What do I do the empty books...?

[finalbows]

_{[ ah, this is much more his ballpark. ]}

Well...! I'd pick one with a cover I still like, if there are any, and work on filling it out with something new. Keep it on a desk with a pen. The others...

...You're still working on getting that shelf steady, right? You don't need all that many sitting up there.

[beathollow]

Mhm. It keeps collapsing under stress...

[finalbows]

Then don't bother with them, til you've finished your first. They're blank.

[beathollow]

... Okay.

( she's still not sure what to do with the blank books, but... at this point she's kind of trusting him to help with that. )

[finalbows]

That's the spirit. One task at a time, that's how the pile changes size.

_{[ the house has a lot of little bits and bobs in it, but.. there's room for some blank books that nobody needs immediate access to, he's dismissively confident. gonna start floating around the cottage fussing with objects until a good spot is freed up. ]}

[beathollow]

( the princess watches before quietly going to the kitchen. when she returns, it's with cleaning supplies to try and mop up ink and blood as best she can, sweeping old bones out- she tries very hard not to think about what they represent, or how her chest hurts even days after. )