Mayoi is sitting in a dark lounge, the smell of teak wood and paper strong. Across the room a fire flickers, but Mafuyu leans against him, heavy as a corpse (cold as a corpse, too), so he couldn't possibly move, right? Right.
It's quiet, and it may be peaceful if not for the feeling that everything outside of this room is gone.
Time ticks
ticks
ticks
ticks
ticks
ticks
and then a man sits on his other side, one arm draped across his shoulders. He's tall, with long, sleek black hair and dark skin marred with silver and gold scars- the silver always comes in sets of five. He's almost handsome, if not for the disdain dripping off him as he smiles, almost sweetly, and holds up a certain gem.
"Beautiful, isn't it? Shame for the fool's cracks. I'd love to keep it. ... Not that you could possibly stop me. Ourania's chosen a fool and a coward, if she truly expects anything...
Do be careful, little priest."
When Mayoi awakens, his soul gem is on the windowsill, and the window itself is wide open. Regardless of where he's been keeping it, or if the window was locked at all.
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It's quiet, and it may be peaceful if not for the feeling that everything outside of this room is gone.
Time ticks
ticks
ticks
ticks
ticks
ticks
and then a man sits on his other side, one arm draped across his shoulders. He's tall, with long, sleek black hair and dark skin marred with silver and gold scars- the silver always comes in sets of five. He's almost handsome, if not for the disdain dripping off him as he smiles, almost sweetly, and holds up a certain gem.
"Beautiful, isn't it? Shame for the fool's cracks. I'd love to keep it. ... Not that you could possibly stop me. Ourania's chosen a fool and a coward, if she truly expects anything...
Do be careful, little priest."
When Mayoi awakens, his soul gem is on the windowsill, and the window itself is wide open. Regardless of where he's been keeping it, or if the window was locked at all.