nine.✝

[marredgoldfinch]

[like most others, he was thinking about the impending black hole. he had never spent much time reading about space and all its wonders. he was well aware that all the planets revolved around the sun, and stars were burning balls of gas. but the power of black holes? he hadn't a clue. they sucked things in, devoured them and then... well, Asher

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[conniving_flame]

What? [he's not looking straight at the sphere, eyes turned off towards the side. It's obvious from his surroundings he's not in the Enviro-Dome]

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[marredgoldfinch]

I... have a favor to ask.

[he's not looking directly at the sphere either, hating even having to ask]

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[conniving_flame]

[arches his brows, but still doesn't turn]

Well?

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[marredgoldfinch]

I want you to kill me.

[firefortreason]

Funny how the end doesn't really live up to your expectations.

[marredgoldfinch]

Considering I should have died over 600 years ago... you're right.

[firefortreason]

Ouch. Sounds like you're a bit overdue for your check-up, eh?

[marredgoldfinch]

[arches an eyebrow]

Will you be the one giving it to me?

[redpaperfan]

Undoubtedly, black holes didn't feature high on the lists of most people here.

[marredgoldfinch]

What a surprise.

How are you faring with your death hovering so close?

[redpaperfan]

[ a shrug. ]

Well enough. You?

[marredgoldfinch]

I have come to terms with it.

[just might be petting the leopard, unconsciously]

[canniballistic]

Ah, I suppose I often imagined mine would end suffocating beneath two hundred kilograms of Siberian tiger! Or perhaps drowning in one of the Marquis' many decorative fountains? I'm certain she leaves them running during the day just to taunt me.

[marredgoldfinch]

Those are quite extravagant ways to die.

I always imagined getting my heart ripped out... or set on fire.

[canniballistic]

Oh no, I'm flattered, but by our standards that's rather mundane, actually! Those are all things that could happen around the house, of course.

Eh - that's, uh. My, yours is oddly specific.

[marredgoldfinch]

You have a pet tiger back home?

They are specific because there are only three ways for me to die.

[memorablement]

[ She sighs, obviously upset, but manages a shaky smile ]

I...

[ Her brows twitch a little and she fidgets, swallowing ]

Thank you, for the painting lessons.

[marredgoldfinch]

You're most welcome, Naminé. My only regret is that I won't get to see you progress.

[that last bit has a note of finality to it]