♕ |[39]| And pay meet adoration to my household gods

[had_not_lived]

|[Private to the Deities]|

Well, this would be the place to start.

If one of you has the time, I'd like to talk to you about a deal we made, a while ago. Thank you.

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|[Private to Yvaine | Separate, later in the day]|All right. It's done, or at least, it will be at midnight tonight. I didn't have to give up anything I can't live without

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[laszlo_jamf]

There are so many deals. So many, many deals. The papers for them all all fall all across my desk and make new mountain ranges, ghosts crowded beneath the eaves. Stretched among snowy soot chimneys, booming over air-shafts, too tenuous themselves for sound, dry now forever in this wet gusting, stretched and never breaking, whipped in a glassy French-curve chase across the rooftops, along the silver downs, skimming where the sea combs freezing in to shore. They gather, thicker as the days pass, so many jostling in the night, memories unloosening into the winter, seeds that will never take hold, so lost, now only an every-so-often word, a clue for the living--"Foxes" will call someone across astral spaces, the word intended for another who is not present, who won't be told because the few Psi Section who're there to hear it get cryptic debris of this sort every sitting, the sound too late, after the blast, a ghost calling to ghosts newly made. Then silence. Another event, another round-headed pin to be stuck in a map or a list, a

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[had_not_lived]

Oh. Kind of pretty, even if I don't understand all of it...

Well, sir... My friend Todd and I-- we made a deal a while ago, to share his life between us? It goes back and forth, every week?

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[laszlo_jamf]

Pretty words, pretty sounds, if I made up a language and told you what it was, you'd all believe me.

I remember that one.
I like that one.

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[had_not_lived]

It's been better than I could have hoped, sir. But... well, I wanted to know-- if I wanted to cancel it and put things the way they were, give Todd back all of his life, would that be possible?

a bit later than late in the day...more like sunset...

[shiningdown]

I'm glad to hear that.

[pause]

The fountain would do. You pick the hour, as it suits you.

<3

[had_not_lived]

I can be there in about twenty minutes, if that's all right with you? All that really matters is it's before midnight, I guess.

<333 ty for the comment btw i HAD been refreshing but /braindistraction ioejwdfkls

[shiningdown]

That will be fine. Twenty minutes.

[ooc; assume or action, either is fine with me bb <3]

np. And I like action, so why not? <33

[had_not_lived]

Neil runs most of the way to the fountain, though he doesn't really need to; it's just that his excitement about this arrangement lends an artificial urgency to his actions. As if the time he saves now will make midnight come any quicker. The thought, rather than slowing his pace, makes him push all the harder, heart pounding and lungs burning. It's a glorious exertion; and since Todd first lent him his heartbeat Neil has reveled in these sensations in ways he never would have thought to, though certainly he should have. He doesn't take it for granted now-- not only because the cost is so high, but because the raw regret he feels over forfeiting his life doesn't allow that sort of complacency.

It's more like fifteen minutes, then, before he arrives with flushed cheeks and heavy breaths, looking for the star.