[ it’s a long little while before choso responds again; such is the joy of e-mails and text, or would be if he put the conversation down, could put it down, if he could even bring himself to. but he doesn’t. he reads marcille’s words over again, lets them drift along in the placid, fathomless lake of his psyche like leaves to pluck up and examine. as choso levers himself up to wander and snuffle on the go, he turns each leaf over, imagines her little voice saying it and wonders why it’s such a comforting echo.
choso, he wonders what evils stain marcille’s hands in turn.
eventually, some twenty-four minutes later: ]
thank you marcille i will remember this
[ when he’s feeling down and needs a reminder that there’s a kind little elf who smells like soap out there who has such good words, he means. ]
anything you ever need i will do my best to provide
[ Marcille leaves him be in that time. While some small, inescapable voice in the back of her mind says she may have overstepped or upset him, she ignores it in favor of dressing up her room, doing her hair (again), hanging flowers and herbs to dry near her desk, talking to her golden hummingbird while it zips and spins circles in the air.
So maybe she's self-soothing. She's learned so much about Yuji and Choso's universe that it makes her head spin. It sounds relentless, bathed in blood. If she'd met them at an earlier time in her life, she probably wouldn't have accepted them at all. The recent events in her life back home stripped down her righteousness like a seed, down to its small and selfish core.
Or is she just lonely here, grasping desperately onto whatever small connection she cobbles together? The thought flashes in her head, and then Choso responds.
She's relieved. She sits on her bed and replies: ]
Same to you okay? Yuji needs help but you should take care of yourself too!
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choso, he wonders what evils stain marcille’s hands in turn.
eventually, some twenty-four minutes later: ]
thank you marcille
i will remember this
[ when he’s feeling down and needs a reminder that there’s a kind little elf who smells like soap out there who has such good words, he means. ]
anything you ever need i will do my best to provide
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So maybe she's self-soothing. She's learned so much about Yuji and Choso's universe that it makes her head spin. It sounds relentless, bathed in blood. If she'd met them at an earlier time in her life, she probably wouldn't have accepted them at all. The recent events in her life back home stripped down her righteousness like a seed, down to its small and selfish core.
Or is she just lonely here, grasping desperately onto whatever small connection she cobbles together? The thought flashes in her head, and then Choso responds.
She's relieved. She sits on her bed and replies: ]
Same to you okay?
Yuji needs help but you should take care of yourself too!