[heart game]

[dormancy]

There is a click, a soft urging, almost whispered too soft to hear, but you can sense that you are being beckoned somewhere, lead to an elaborate open door with wood panels and great curls of gold leaf. You cannot see what is beyond the door, but it smells sour and sharp. Before you can turn over the thought of should you or shouldn't you, if you are the kind, there is a quiet push at your back and through the door you go . . .

Join #supersafe, because I like being misleading. When in doubt, use this for flower meanings if you character is the type . . .

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[surefire]

[... continues reading, if it goes on]

[dramatispersonae]

Of course, it goes on. This could be a novel, but I will not be writing it!

It goes on about how Vincent has taken her on a nice date to a pleasant meadow, that he enjoys her company deeply and finds solace and peace in it. There are a few pages where he muses if she will be throwing him aside, apparently he did something to Lelouch, hm!

[surefire]

[apparently my goal this heart game is to make myself mildly miserable ok puts the book back]

[turning away from the bookshelf and surveying the rest of the corner to see if there's anything else of apparent interest]

[dramatispersonae]

The chaise is in disarray in as much as blankets and pillows strewn about merits that term, meanwhile the small table looks like a storm has passed over it. Ink drips over the edge, and papers and flowers petals are scattered everywhere. You can see a solitary black chess piece on its side . . .

[surefire]

[reaches out to pick up the chess piece and turn it over in her hand]

[dramatispersonae]

It is a pawn. The stone is cool and smooth to the touch, but it has a certain satisfying weight to it.

[surefire]

[considering it for a long moment before standing it upright on the table]

[dramatispersonae]

It looks very pretty upon the pool of ink. ♥

[surefire]

[and with that, leaving the corner behind to head down the hill]

[dramatispersonae]

To the hill~.