Broadcast Mind / memory

[charmprince]

[Darkness. You can barely see in the dimmed light; the clearest thing is light, gleaming off of.... doorknobs? But there's a hand in yours, small and cool, and the faintest scent of roses. It makes you feel safe. It keeps you from panicking as you feel around in the darkness, some of it so deep it feels like it's watching you, breathing steady.

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[sonvisage]

You forgot someone.

[charmprince]

[Oh. This again. Damn.]

...Trust me, I've noticed.

[sonvisage]

Did you find them?

[charmprince]

Not yet. But I will.

video;

[sandrocker]

[despite the absurdity of the memory (dream? quatre doesn't know.), it sort of hits him like a sucker punch.]

Who was it?

video;

[charmprince]

Who--

[Oh. Her expression shifts from slightly irritated confusion to a deep, deep guilt buried under the kind of sadness that takes decades to fester and grow.] ...Her name was White Rose.

video;

[sandrocker]

[hey, he recognizes that guilt. that imaginary sucker punch hurts even more now, and he's getting a tad caught up in his own memories.]

Was? What happened to her?

video;

[charmprince]

[A long, long pause.]

She... [Ah, what's the harm?] A trap. She got caught in a trap that was meant to catch me. A labyrinth spell.

I'm still working on---

Well, I guess I was working on breaking it. But now I'm here, so....

[yetsleeping]

...is that turnip speaking?

[charmprince]

Not only that, but he hasn't shut up since. [She's just relieved that the more serious topics aren't brought up, that's all.]