[ hi nero. they can be at uhhhh idk. the planet. being fucking cold. owner is in a cute jacket that i would find a link to but i am dying at work so that's a later problem. ]
You're sitting on the roof of the manor with Faust. The moon high above you, the only real lighting source at this time of night. You both have a drink in hand as you chat the night away.
It feels like the middle of a conversation. The subject isn't something you've dwelt on all that much, but you're older than him. You've seen more out of life... and longer lives than he has. He asks for clarification, "... So a dying wizard's magic grows weaker and weaker. But how about their body? Can they walk around and eat?"
While you wonder why it's even on his mind, you're also not the type to go prying any further.
You have plenty of memories of wizards at the edge of death. Is that how you were going to go out? Or is it going to be something more violent? You probably deserve violence.
You answer, "Nah, they were all bedridden near the end. They still looked young, but their breathing got weaker... And at some point, you think 'ah' - and by then, they've already stopped moving, and then they turn to stone."
You look over at Faust, the way his expression getting stormy. He can't find the words. On the other hand, you smile. Bittersweet. Longing. Wouldn't that be a beautiful end?
"I was so moved the first time I saw it... I thought it was beautiful. I mean, of course I was sad. But." It's a complicated feeling. You don't think you deserve to still be alive after everything you've done, the low pulse of guilt that lives within your heart will never leave. And it never should, until the day you die. "I thought, even a guy like me can turn into a beautiful, shining stone, dropping and rolling onto the ground..." A small, beautiful blue stone, the only remnant of his corpse left in this world. "And someone will take me into their hands like a precious treasure. That doesn't sound too bad. It gave me hope, a reason to live." ]
week 0, monday
owner is just going to walk right up to his face. ]
Do you feel odd?
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No.
[ This is a normal reaction when a guy gets this close. ]
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he does not move back ]
Really? Maybe I'm imagining it...
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[ OBVIOUSLY IT IS. HE'S ANXIOUS. ]
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week 2, monday
Wow! We really go from one extreme to the next.
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He's also wearing this without the hat. Look at him in his powder blue get up. ]
Lots of planets in the galaxy. How're you holin' up?
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I was hoping for a beach, actually... but I suppose this is fine as well...
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Haha, maybe we'll get one next planet.
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[ they can build a snowman.... ]
At least it's calmer than the last place.
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week 3, sunday
Nero-sama, hello. How are you doing?
[ he looked like he was having a uhhhh
bad time ]
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[You know who's not a good liar.
Nero.]
Are you okay?
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Mm. I am ready for the week to be over.
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[ Speaking of wanting things to be over.
You're sitting on the roof of the manor with Faust. The moon high above you, the only real lighting source at this time of night. You both have a drink in hand as you chat the night away.
It feels like the middle of a conversation. The subject isn't something you've dwelt on all that much, but you're older than him. You've seen more out of life... and longer lives than he has. He asks for clarification, "... So a dying wizard's magic grows weaker and weaker. But how about their body? Can they walk around and eat?"
While you wonder why it's even on his mind, you're also not the type to go prying any further.
You have plenty of memories of wizards at the edge of death. Is that how you were going to go out? Or is it going to be something more violent? You probably deserve violence.
You answer, "Nah, they were all bedridden near the end. They still looked young, but their breathing got weaker... And at some point, you think 'ah' - and by then, they've already stopped moving, and then they turn to stone."
You look over at Faust, the way his expression getting stormy. He can't find the words. On the other hand, you smile. Bittersweet. Longing. Wouldn't that be a beautiful end?
"I was so moved the first time I saw it... I thought it was beautiful. I mean, of course I was sad. But." It's a complicated feeling. You don't think you deserve to still be alive after everything you've done, the low pulse of guilt that lives within your heart will never leave. And it never should, until the day you die. "I thought, even a guy like me can turn into a beautiful, shining stone, dropping and rolling onto the ground..." A small, beautiful blue stone, the only remnant of his corpse left in this world. "And someone will take me into their hands like a precious treasure. That doesn't sound too bad. It gave me hope, a reason to live." ]
... This hasn't gotten any less annoying.
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[ not like he can do much about it, but it feels polite to apologize.
he smiles. ]
What a heavy topic of conversation.
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week 4, monday
This is unreasonably large, isn't it?
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[ no. or probably yes.
it's affection week so he is grabbing nero's arm ]
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[His first instinct would be to pull away, but affection week means he'll allow this.]
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week 6, monday
owner is standing outside the gothic galley, peeking in. he turns to look at nero. ]
It is good to see you!
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Is it...?
Do you want somethin' to eat?
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[ you know. dying and then being in this place. ]
Yes, please!
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The circumstances suck so bad.]
Any requests?
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[ he sits down. ]
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