[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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[sightunseen]

I never said that. Just that I'm sure you have an instinct for it.

[TAKES HIS ARM]

Go ahead and lead...?

[dramatispersonae]

The gesture might pull his shirt sleeve up, revealing a very raw scar around his wrist that he is quick to try and cover . . . He glances at the destruction of the hedges, pausing on it, then looking at the gates.

"Mmm ... Ah, I have a key. It might be for one of these."

[sightunseen]

[gestures for him to go on...! you're leading us to the next area, Gil]

[dramatispersonae]

He takes a deep breath then starts moving. When he comes back to the entrance, he carefully skirts around the opening, before going on. It seems like he's headed to the gate on the other side of the entrance.

[sightunseen]

[swept along on his arm! keeping a careful eye on his wrists but otherwise going along :')]

[dramatispersonae]

They both have matching signs of abuse, some parts are old, but others are fresh. He's a touch gaunter than he truly is, too.

Eventually, he arrives at a gate that has been drawn closed. Chains are wrapped tightly around it with a lock. Gilbert looks up at it, bemused, before digging into his pocket to hold out two brass keys.

[sightunseen]

A heavy one...

[sticking close by him]

[dramatispersonae]

Gilbert doesn't look too sure now that he is in front of another gate, but he is steeling himself up! To unlock the gate!!

The chains fall away, and he opens it up before leading Nunnally inside . . .