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ETRAYA INBOX.





"This is Connor. Leave a message."

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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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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-09-23 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I am not.

[ what a weirdo. she's so charmed by his taste test, fighting a smile that pulls at her mouth as the water sinks back into her body. if she uses it to actually heal people (and doesn't use water from an outside source) he would be able to read dehydration on her, but with nothing to heal, nothing happens. ]

No blood in your synthetic skin then?
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-09-24 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
I don't think water would mix well with that.

[ despite his little frown, or more in spite of it, willa's mouth finally slants into a whole smile. water and tech aren't the best combination. ]

What are you thinking?
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-09-25 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ willa laughs, soft but light, sweet, smile spreading wider. ]

It doesn't make sense to me either. There's something existential about it that I prefer not to look at too hard.
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-09-26 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
I think some things aren't meant to be understood, only felt.

[ that is part of why she doesn't question her own ability — a gift like hers is meant to help, and a curse like hers (often she doesn't consider immortality a curse, but she misses her family) gives her a seemingly infinite well of people to help if need be. there is a clarity of purpose in her power.

and she doesn't seek to understand more than that. ]


Music, happiness or sadness, romance, art, laughter. Things like that.
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[personal profile] infirmiere 2024-09-28 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ she huffs a soft laugh, smile growing soft and sweet. she's had ages to figure feelings out and she still does not. (sometimes she misses freud. not because he was actually any good at his job and not because he could actually articulate why she felt anything, but there was something delightful about getting spanked by someone who got really excited when she called him daddy.

what a freak.) ]


They really are. I don't think they get any less complicated either, you just learn... to feel them.
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