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[the_woodpecker]

Bernard and Anthony are taking a walk alone this afternoon. Ellie wanted to nap in a patch of sun in Sunny's room while Sunny drew beautiful things, and Hiss is proving a scarily decent lookout where Sunny's concerned

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[etananesoe]

Does he remember the blessed napthalot, the redolent herald of midnight? The sticky-sweet smell of it as it graced dark hair, as it invaded the rooms of the Bar. Does he remember the heat of the Chaos, like fuses burning low to the tinder?

Does he remember the feeling of Nightmare?

[the_woodpecker]

Buzz buzz buzzing in his--

Feet shuffling to a crunching stop, Bernard keeps his head down, staring at the brown leaves cradling his black boots.

Anthony does not stir in the carrier; he's fast asleep.

Bernard's breath makes quick white clouds in the air.

He doesn't dare look up.

[etananesoe]

"What is love?" No preliminaries; this one belongs to Desire.

Perhaps something of the Sibling can explain.

[the_woodpecker]

But love isn't the only emotion in Desire's province. Bernard finally looks up through his lashes and feels himself pale.

He swallows, his mouth gone dry, as the hand on Anthony's stomach deliberately does not clench.

"The biggest mystery of all," he croaks, finally.