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[charmprince]

[The only sound for a moment in this view of the snowy streets outside the Door proper-- no figure in view-- is the wind whistling. The only motion is a flurry of snowflakes, before the camera lurches and twists. A blurry flash of green is visible until it's just a close-up of reddish-violet eyes, bright with a mixture of emotion and irritation as

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[everything_rots]

[ wow, i have no idea how to work LJ right now, so this is, of course, video. anyway...

haha, well... which flowers? ]

You might even say you've gone in the other direction.

[ helloooo asellus. ]

[charmprince]

[Well, assuming her belongings weren't destroyed when she disappeared, that flower is probably doing fine. But the beds of fruits and herbs and blossoms she'd been tending before the attack on Anatole... well.]

...Other direction?

[...It's him. So she's starting to suspect that maybe she went back in time.]

[everything_rots]

[ haha, whoops. ]

Did I say that?

[ he does smile, though, and not just one of those vague-and-maybe-genuine smiles. ]

[charmprince]

I think you did. But then, I could never be sure when it came to you.

[She smiles back, and something about it is something more than her normal surface emotion.] I see you returned to Anatole, though. Can't say I was expecting to see this place or anyone from here, especially you, again. [It's been ten years, after all. Even the most optimistic wouldn't hold out hope that long.]

[supercilious]

[ A vague look, as though there's a name on the tip of his tongue. ]

Hm... I'm certain I've seen you somewhere before... give me a moment, it'll come to me.

[charmprince]

[...Cannot tell if picking on. But she'll give him the benefit of the doubt, for the time being. Though she can't resist needling him, just a little...]

Don't take too long. It's freezing out here.

[supercilious]

[ Rolling. His. Eyes. ]

Asellus, you foolish woman, it's not even a different year.

[charmprince]

[Bristlebristle; how's she supposed to know?]

Who's the foolish one here? It's been ten.

[And something in her tone suggests that they might not have been ten she'd have wanted to spend at home.]

[yetsleeping]

...Asellus? I... I thought you were gone.

[charmprince]

[Ah, Pris. She thought of you often when she was thrust into command positions. Finally, someone who can do that instead of making her do it.]

So did I. Funny how this place works out, isn't it?

Long time no see. It's good to be... [A pregnant pause.] Home.