❂ fifteenth | accidental video

[gazingup]

[ Those are the sound of firm footsteps you're hearing. Footsteps that suit the steady movement of his stride, of the straight-backed and confident posture belonging to the one stepping down a stone-laden path of the City. Who could it possibly be? A new arrival? But how strange that a new arrival would be so unperturbed by the atypical sight

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[Voice]

[primrosella]

[Hi, she's a little freaked out right now. Sup?]

Tristan? Is that you?

[Voice]

[gazingup]

[ Tristan Thorn knows perfect timing. ]

Rosella? I can't believe- [ pause ] Though, it really has only been a few days since...

Nevermind that-- it's wonderful to see you again.

[Voice]

[primrosella]

A great deal can happen in a few days, I'm afraid. And all of it bad.

But I'm glad to see you, too. You're all right?

[gazingup]

A great deal can happen in a few days.

What's going on, Rosella?

[primrosella]

Do you recall the bad thing we were both anticipating a few days ago? Well, it seems to have arrived, in the form of swarms of frogs, and blood, and locusts, and all manner of things over the course of the past few days, and now it seems there's to be an angel of death coming for us, too.

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[gazingup]

It's been that short a time? I... honestly expected that at least a month would have past, or even a year-

But time has hardly passed at home, so I suppose it makes sense.

[gazingup]

Frogs, blood, locusts, an angel of death? Why does this all sound oddly familiar? It's as if, I've...

[ memory, memory- there you are ]

... It can't be that. This isn't, the deities pretending to be God?

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[primrosella]

It has, it's only been a few days now since we last spoke. But not much time passed for you, either? And yet you sound...different, somehow.

[primrosella]

I don't know. Everyone seems to think it's something out of a story, or the end of the world, and there was talk of putting blood on doorposts, but...I don't know. It's been horrible, absolutely horrible.

[gazingup]

A short period time, but long enough for quite a bit to happen, in both cases.

The blood of lambs? [ a strained pause; his footsteps have ceased. ] Have you marked your door yet?

[primrosella]

Yes, that's right, the blood of lambs. The City was even kind enough to provide them for us, and all we had to do was catch them and--

...But we didn't mark our door, no. Neither of us could bear it.