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ETRAYA INBOX.





"This is Connor. Leave a message."

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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-08-26 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Correct.

[ she starts playing again, also deciding if she doesn't want to explain because it's cute how fidgety he's become or because it's simply tiresome to go through it. it's her own fault, being open about it because this place is not her home where she must keep it secret or at least very hush hush. every time she says something completely out of pocket she has to explain.

she exhales a soft sigh and decides it's unkind to bother him. she'll keep playing though since he seems to really like it. ]


I am in a cycle of reincarnation so I've lived many lifetimes. I think I learnt to play over a century ago, but I can't really remember.
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-08-28 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
I do. I think.

[ she will keep playing until he asks her to stop this time, but she can play and talk at the same time. it's not like violin. and connor's attention is intense, maybe she wants something to look at instead of his pretty brown eyes.

one shoulder lifts in a shrug. ]


Sometimes the details escape me and if I have forgotten any lives then... I don't remember. I don't think human minds are meant to keep so many memories, especially not with clarity.
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-08-28 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Just ask.

[ another shrug. she doesn't know how to begin to talk about her many lives, but she's always been the type to answer whatever is asked of her. her sister knows more than anyone should, but thea asked and willa answered. ]
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-09-14 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oof, he could have started with an easier question.

willa closes her eyes, mouth twisting as she tries to remember back as far as she can. tragically, time keeping has historically been... stupid. especially in christian countries. the ecclesiastical calendars couldn't even agree on when the year of creation was.

please hold, she's doing math. ]


12... something? Maybe 1235?

[ no, she doesn't fucking know. that's a year she remembers. ]
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-09-18 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ she's old as balls, baby. ]

Not as far as I know.

[ it's a little apologetic because she has a feeling she isn't going to be able to answer all of his questions. willa is tragically, deplorably, incurious. accelerator was just judging her for not being curious about her own power. ]

I mean, there's the Dalai Lama, but I don't know if that is true reincarnation or it is only their believe held so firm. But I can't say for sure they aren't actually reincarnations of Avalokiteśvara 'cause I've never met him.
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-09-22 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
No.

[ she hums a sharp noise. ]

I might seem ungrateful because I have a chance to live so many lives. Maybe the hardship makes it more meaningful. But I'm exhausted.

[ and she is alone.

she's always had sylvie, she's always had emmet, even though they had each other. fabian, polina, even theo when he hasn't fucked off to timbuktu — one time literally. she's been alone now for months and months and it's grown tiresome. she feels defeated.

and still she drums up a smile as she exhales heavily. ]


It's— it's hard to let people care about you when you know you're going to leave them before they're ready. It's become lonely.
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-09-22 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
Yes. I think that's why I let the children roam free around here.

[ she pauses playing for a moment, pats the couch closer to her. ]

Come here.
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-09-22 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ his undivided attention is intense and despite her many, many lives, willa feels heat rise in her cheeks. she can't bear the indignity of blushing and so can't keep holding his unwavering gaze.

she reaches over to take his hand, sliding the mandolin into his lap at the same time before she presses the hand she is hold to the strings. she releases that hand, catches the other, holding it up to the neck and curling his hand around it. ]


Your turn.

[ carefully, she folds his fingers into the correct position on the neck, his hand covered her with own delicate fingers. ]
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-09-22 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ she bleats a soft laugh, letting her fingers brush over his knuckles like she is going to release him but she doesn't.

she likes the company of the kids, hearing their voices and laughter and the occasional "hi willa" as they pass through, but she hasn't had the company of an adult in a while. she's realizing now that she probably needs it more than she was willing to admit before.

she looks up, laugh still on the curve of her lips. ]


Yeah. Yeah, of course you memorized it.
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-09-22 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ he plays by rote and that isn't a bad thing, he plays beautifully, but it does sound like something is missing. when he finishes, she shifts up on to her knees to face him fully. ]

Close your eyes.

[ her fingers touch his wrist gently, a press of the pads of her fingers against his skin. she can't heal him, but her power does have a showy side when she so chooses. she does so now.

the sensation of cool water spools out beneath her fingertips, curling around his wrist like the caress of a silken ribbon. it doesn't feel wet, but still cool and refreshing, and it doesn't dampen his clothes, but it smells of salt water as it winds around his knuckles. ]


I was born by the sea. I used to lay on the banks for hours like Narcissus, watching the water ripple in the sunlight or the moonlight, dragging my fingers through it. There's nowhere else I feel more myself than next to the water.

[ it makes sense that her power is the ability to give life with a brush of water. ]

The song is about the ocean. The silver moon reflecting over it like millions of starbursts, a warm breeze carrying salt air, the idea of being wholly free on the water and then looking to shore and seeing the warm lights of home.

[ the sensation abates and her hand lifts to touch his shoulder. he can open his eyes now. ]

You should play it again.
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-09-23 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ it wasn't bad when he played it before, but this iteration is beautiful. full and layered and her chest aches for the sea, he's put himself into it and made it something special.

her head bobs in a nod, quiet. ]


It was lovely.
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-09-23 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she is about to explain visualization, when she realizes that isn't what he meant. ]

I can heal people, with water. There's nothing to heal on you but I thought it would help with the visualization.

[ she holds her hand between them, palm cupped, and water pools in it from nowhere. ]

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