dix-neuf. [ accidental video ]
[ Sheryl is sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, holding a mug of tea. Sigurd, a swan, is nestled next to her in his own nest of pillows, neck draped over her knees. The television seems to be on somewhere in the background, but neither of them are paying attention ]
...I wish you wouldn't go.
[ he cocks his head, fixing her with one eye ] I've always been here, and I'll always be here.
Mm. It's not the same, is it?
It's not. [ he lifts up his head, nudging her cheek gently ] But you'll be all right. I should know.
[ The tender moment is broken when Sheryl seems to catch sight of whatever's broadcasting. Seeing the blinking light on top of the television's webcam, she lets out an embarrassed-sounding yelp, before throwing her entire mug of tea at it, shutting down the feed ]
...I wish you wouldn't go.
[ he cocks his head, fixing her with one eye ] I've always been here, and I'll always be here.
Mm. It's not the same, is it?
It's not. [ he lifts up his head, nudging her cheek gently ] But you'll be all right. I should know.
[ The tender moment is broken when Sheryl seems to catch sight of whatever's broadcasting. Seeing the blinking light on top of the television's webcam, she lets out an embarrassed-sounding yelp, before throwing her entire mug of tea at it, shutting down the feed ]