[the sakura tree sure is lune's favorite during die day apparently.
regardless he'll be seated beneath it, enjoying a cup of tea as per usual. his expression is contemplative, even as he turns the columbine flower over in his fingers and then four approaches, he offers a mysterious smile]
Is it anxiety that you feel?
Or might it be something else?
[this flower in particular has quite a few different meanings, after all. he can't help but look rather amused - if only before his expression settles back into something neutral]
[ it's a confession of love so you can write a rejection
lmao i wish
Four approaches him, trembling slightly. ]
Shouldn't I be anxious? Shouldn't I be afraid?
[ Soft laughter falls from her lips, but she doesn't sound entirely amused. She is, a little, in her own broken way, but they both know she knows what happened to three of the four dead this week. ]
It's hard to say. The future remains rather uncertain.
[and just as in weeks past, lune will silently hold a hand out to her even as his gaze falls upon the way that she trembles.]
I hadn't thought that you would act again.
[it was always a possibility - they'd already discussed that there might be nothing stopping someone who's already killed, but even so he didn't bother to bank on the chance of it]
[ Holding his hand is meaningless, as meaningless as holding hands with Minato was. Still, he offers, and still, she bridges the distance between them and take his hand. (And maybe a small, small part of her wants to believe that this hand could have meaning, just like a part of her might have wished Minato holding her hand could have meaning.) She expects Lune to abandon her even though he says he won't. That's how it is. That's what everyone in her life does. Everyone will betray her.
That's how the world works, and that's why the world is cursed and hateful. ]
Why wouldn't I? The darkness is still here, isn't it? As long as it's here, I'm still in danger.
[ And she has to wipe out danger before it gets to her. She has to. ]
[lune takes four's hand in his and gently holds it, his other hand coming to rest atop hers. even now, he doesn't pull away and doesn't look away from her gaze. even as she trembles, he chooses to be steady.]
Is there nothing I can do to make you feel safer?
[softly, without the fear and anxiety that she seems to hold so close to her]
[ If Four had the capacity and ability to fall in love, there could have been such a strong possibility for her to be rejected here. Isn't it great she's full of hate and jealousy instead?
She looks down at their hands. ]
To get my wound healed, I would have to do something for it, wouldn't I?
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regardless he'll be seated beneath it, enjoying a cup of tea as per usual. his expression is contemplative, even as he turns the columbine flower over in his fingers and then four approaches, he offers a mysterious smile]
Is it anxiety that you feel?
Or might it be something else?
[this flower in particular has quite a few different meanings, after all. he can't help but look rather amused - if only before his expression settles back into something neutral]
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lmao i wish
Four approaches him, trembling slightly. ]
Shouldn't I be anxious? Shouldn't I be afraid?
[ Soft laughter falls from her lips, but she doesn't sound entirely amused. She is, a little, in her own broken way, but they both know she knows what happened to three of the four dead this week. ]
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[and just as in weeks past, lune will silently hold a hand out to her even as his gaze falls upon the way that she trembles.]
I hadn't thought that you would act again.
[it was always a possibility - they'd already discussed that there might be nothing stopping someone who's already killed, but even so he didn't bother to bank on the chance of it]
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That's how the world works, and that's why the world is cursed and hateful. ]
Why wouldn't I? The darkness is still here, isn't it? As long as it's here, I'm still in danger.
[ And she has to wipe out danger before it gets to her. She has to. ]
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Is there nothing I can do to make you feel safer?
[softly, without the fear and anxiety that she seems to hold so close to her]
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She looks down at their hands. ]
To get my wound healed, I would have to do something for it, wouldn't I?
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[it admittedly doesn't give her a lot of time. still, lune will just furrow his brow.]
Even so, you rarely comply with their requests for disrobing, do you not?
[lune drinks tea but he also like. pays attention. weirdly enough]
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[ Her wound should remain unhealed because she deserves to be MIDTRIAL MURDERED, but she wouldn't not ask for it.
She's disgruntled. ]
Of course. I believe in modesty.
[ And she hates the way her body looks, so she hates for people to look at it. ]