Week four

[letsplayamod]

Two more of your fellow gods, your companions, your friends, have met their end together. As you turn in for the night, and a new week dawns upon you, it's starting to be a bitter experience. Just how much of this will you be forced to take?

But all isn't just despair. The morning is brighter than the last. The storm clouds that previously plagued almost every day have dissipated, and this week brings plenty of sun and a friendlier breeze. Not to mention, another floor of this strange temple has revealed itself. Whatever lies within is your domain, not Typhon's. Keep it tight in your grasp, because you never know when you'll lose it.

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[brokenhabit]

[ Lebkuchen doesn't run but she does walk quickly with purpose. Though she's doing her best to stay calm the white knuckle grip she maintains on the box betrays her anxiety.

Once they get to the bonfire she opens the box one more, staring at the shoes. It'd be best to throw them in on their own, to watch them burn for herself.

But she's frozen at the sight of them again. Hesitating. ]

[tailoredfate]

[There's a hand on Lebkuchen's back. Aglaea doesn't push her any further forward, doesn't reach out to take the box from her.

She has to do it herself. But she's not alone.]

Show him that there's a part of you he can never own, Leb. Show him the strength you've shown me, and all the others.

[brokenhabit]

[ The strength she's shown everyone...

She reaches in, hand still trembling as she picks up both shoes by the back of their heels. She stares at them a moment, remembering the way Elise danced and sang through town like a girl possessed, knowing now that it was when their downfall truly started...

And then she finally throws them both into the fire. A few seconds later and the entire box joins them for good measure.

For everything that was taken from her. From both of them. ]