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[soul_sister]

This mailbox is currently useless and I'm not bothering with it. Please try my secretary.

((OOC: She will be answering things here, naturally. She's just a jerk.))

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[overclocking]

[He hesitates before responding, unbalanced by the simple matter of her asking first.]

... If you want?

[soul_sister]

When Joshua and I found that tomb, the name on the door was too worn to read.

[It's more of a statement, but the end of it has enough of a lift to let the question in it float, unspoken in the air.]

[overclocking]

[More silence after that, and if she looks over her shoulder again, she'll find that his feet have slowed to a halt.

He's not surprised; the inscription would have been decades old by then, and in an area that was exposed to plenty of running water. It's a wonder the tomb itself was unharmed. (The seal, he supposes. Wonders if it's faring worse now, and promptly dismisses the concern.)]

...

"Blessed the eternal rest of Holy Mary Magdalene." [A halting pause.] "Beware the sleeping demon."

[soul_sister]

[It takes her a few longer steps, but it's the silence that stills her own. As he might guess, Rosette shows no surprise, just the thoughtful air of confirmation.]

I think...

[She holds out a hand to him.] we would have still opened the door.

[overclocking]

[He stares at the offered hand for a very long, useless moment. The weight of how little he understands is etched clearly upon his face.

... Looks back up at her, finally, and the hand that finds its way into hers operates more on reflex than anything else. Nostalgic.]

...

You've always been really terrible at making decisions.

[soul_sister]

[Her hand wraps around his, just as simply, practiced. She laughs, lightly.]

I don't want to hear that sort of thing from you.

[overclocking]

Too late.

[Lets himself be led, in quite the reversal of their usual form. Somehow, he doesn't mind it; there's something calming to simply letting her pull him along, parting the crowd for him as they go. He can almost pretend he's the child he never got to be.]