week 4 - execution & aftermath

[vicedirector]

seven vices execution & aftermath ♫ sunday After everyone has voted, the paper and photos will disappear. Miata will usher everyone outside, only allowing them to grab their coats and weather-appropriate gear, and lead them to the bonfire. Floating in the middle of the flames, a list appears, clear as day. >Gather? victim culprit cast setting rulebook

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[symbologic]

[What is sleep when you have unfamiliar emotions to grapple with? He'll be fine, he can sleep when he's...uh. Tomorrow afternoon. He can sleep tomorrow afternoon, yes.]

[His lips curl into a small smile, and he seems to be having trouble looking at Alisha for more than a few moments at a time. Speaking of unfamiliar emotions, there's another one of those weird warm chest fuzzies she seems to have a knack for giving him.]

Then I will...gladly [Is it okay to admit that?] put the possibility out of my mind. [He just doesn't want to impose, okay. THE GOVERNMENT RAISED HIM WAY TOO POLITELY, who would have thought.]

[princessantly]

Please do so.

[ As imperiously as she can manage, even though there's a small smile tugging at her mouth. Honestly, she'd love to talk more... but give her like ten minutes, and her breathing will slowly even out and deepen.

It's comforting, to have him close, but that's not a good princess-y thought. ]

[symbologic]

[Talking more would have been his first choice too, but that would have hurt Alisha, so obviously it's a no-go. There will be (hopefully) plenty more time to talk later.]

[He lingers just a little bit after it seems like she's dozed off. Just to be sure she's actually asleep or that the deathshocks aren't about to wake her back up again. But only a few minutes before, true to his word, he returns her chair to the proper place and leaves the room as silently as he can, whispering only a very soft "pleasant dreams" as he closes the door behind him. And with that, he's gone.]