Week Six

[letsplayamod]

You've survived, for lack of better wording, the latest week of trials and tribulations. This one had been more costly than most: Typhon's machinations have brought your group to nearly half the size it was when Athena first brought you to this island. Whether it ends with him or with you is still too soon to make out. One thing's for certain. Things cannot be allowed to continue as they are.

Speaking of continuing, the next floor has been revealed to you. Just how far down this island goes is a bit of a mystery, but you get the feeling that you're close to something important. Maybe that thing Athena wanted you to find before Typhon does. You can ruminate on that as you watch the waters below. Waves still lap at the cliffs, but it all seems lower than it did weeks ago. Like the ocean itself is shrinking...

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[markofnobility]

I think even if we remained friends that would be true.

[stringup]

Maybe. I feel like I would've missed out on your singing if that was the case, though.

[markofnobility]

[He laughs warmly]

I certainly would not be thinking of serenades otherwise!

[stringup]

...Are you thinking of serenading me now, or...?

[markofnobility]

[He grins

uh oh]

[stringup]

[ For some reason she gives a distinct impression of being a cat with its fur standing on end while ALSO going "Don't you fucking dare." ]

[markofnobility]

[He clears his throat and starts to belt, for the sirens and anyone in the halls to hear-]

[stringup]

What did I say about wanting it to be for just the two of us...!

[markofnobility]

[he stops before ever getting into any lyrics, cackling to himself]

We are alone though!

[THE SIRENS ARE RIGHT THERE FERD]

[stringup]

Do the sirens not count?!

[markofnobility]

They are under the water.

[he leans back to peek over the pool edge, making sure his hair is not dangling in grabbing distance]

[stringup]

[ She'll be tugging him back! ]

Do not tempt fate, Ferdinand von Aegir!

[markofnobility]

Oh, but what could they even tempt me with, while you sit right here?

[stringup]

I-it doesn't matter when their voices are magically alluring!

[markofnobility]

Hmm, if you say so my dear.

[Clearly he would be immune!]

[stringup]

I'm serious...!

[ Normally she'd take it for the teasing it is, but one doesn't fuck around when there's Fair Folk (or something similar enough to them) about. ]

[markofnobility]

I won't go close, I promise! We have enough monsters showing up here without going for a swim with them.

[stringup]

[ That seems to have placated her, judging from how she leans against his shoulder. ]

And here I was thinking about sharing more of those scripture poems with you...

[markofnobility]

[it's probably a good thing he stopped singing, he thinks. He hasn't finished writing anything for a real serenade yet, after all! Stress is the killer of creativity, it seems.

But she knows him well enough to know that this is like a treat for a hound, and he is practically wagging with interest]

Oh?

[stringup]

[ Velvet, oblivious that Ferdinand has plans for that future serenade: ]

I found a book with all the Maiden scriptures in the library. Like the one I told you before.

[markofnobility]

Oh! How exciting! I would love to read more of them.

[stringup]

I'll share it with you later.

I just...well, remembered one that reminded me of you...

[markofnobility]

['I found a poem that reminded me of you' is such a classic romantic thing that he turns a dusty pink]

You did...?

[stringup]

[ Seeing Ferdinand turn pink is starting to make her turn pink herself. ]

Y-yes. If you'd like to hear it.

[ ...Which, let's be honest, she knows he definitely would, but she doesn't feel bold enough to recite it without a bit of prompting. ]

[markofnobility]

Please, I want to hear.