letsplayamurder | Week seven

After that particularly hectic trial, if it could even be called that, you were free to go your own way. The sun had set on Ferdinand and Omega's attempt to enact vengeance upon Typhon, and while your combined efforts were clearly enough to damage him, he managed to slink off with both of your former companions. No doubt, probably licking his wounds, or whatever the Titan plans to do in his refuge between the realms.

It's another new week on the island. Outside, things have continued to change - standing by the cliffs will reveal that not only has the water against the rocks receded further, but the entire ocean has as well. You hear birdsong in the distance, and even the plants have turned greener despite the drawbacks from Typhon's trickery. No matter the horrors everyone's experienced, it seems the island continues to grow healthier.

There's still time to enjoy the benefits that provides. Down on the deepest level, the stairs to... How odd. The stairs still refuse you passage. Looks like there's no new floor to investigate this week!

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[ Velvet was thankful that none of her other hallucinations werrnpresent whenever the Lover is—she already had to worry about real people encountering her; she couldn't imagine how it'd go with mental representations of people dear to her handling the Lover.

Unfortunately, this is happening now and it's going about as well (read: badly) as she expected. Maybe if she walks away fast enough, "Ferdinand" will follow her and she'll be spared dealing with the Lover too— ]

Wistful Dream Shrouded in Velvet. [ The voice is calm, even, but cold. Velvet stops in her tracks out of sheer reflex. ] I see you've taken in a guard dog.

Say the word and I will have Assal at her throat-

[he hisses. He doesn't have the weapon on him, but what does logic matter for a dream? Apparently the comparison to a dog, like always, doesn't bother him]

Don't—

[ But her tone isn't so much of refusal as it is of fear. Even if this is just a hallucination, she doesn't want to see what she knows will be undeniably messy, ugly, and end in inevitable defeat.

The Lover's expression is difficult to read, but she tilts her head in...understanding? Curiosity? Velvet doesn't fucking know. ]

Ah. So you've grown attached to him, too.

[ Velvet makes this almost desperate gesture to the hallucinatory Ferdinand to just follow her, since it's not like she can actually grab his hand to pull him along. Just walk away and find some people (or no, maybe she shouldn't, there's no guarantee the Lover will be gone by then) and ride this out—

When she turns back around to keep walking away, the Lover is suddenly in front of her, and she lets out a startled shriek. ]

...Unacceptable. It's only been a year, yet you've already forgotten.

[And even in his imagined anger, Ferdinand follows. because, well, of course he does. He always has. But when the Lover seems to teleport he startles as well, yelping]

Enough, she does not wish to speak to you anymore!

[ Even knowing that Ferdinand isn't real, Velvet still puts herself between him and the equally not-real Lover, despite how she's starting to tremble. The hallucination of the Lover, for her part, seems to deem Ferdinand not enough of an issue for her to directly address right now, which is probably insulting in of itself.

Instead, she arches an eyebrow as she watches Velvet's reaction, leaning in to study her. Why Velvet hasn't raised a hand against her, the real Ferdinand probably could guess. ]

...Of course, not just attached to him, but love him. [ And for the first time in this encounter, the Lover's frigid tone belies something far more insidious. There is so much venom in the word "love" that the contrast is jarring. ] So much so that you've suddenly remembered you have a spine.

I...I don't serve you anymore, just leave us be...

You should know by now that I do not take my reputation being tarnished lightly. But then again, if you had, you probably wouldn't have been so foolish as to simply walked out on me. [ The Lover isn't actually real, of course, but the hallucination reaches over to grab Velvet's chin. A meaningless gesture that nonetheless has Velvet shivering in fear out of kneejerk reflex. ] Tell me, then. Why go so far for a man who abandoned you?

[ Velvet immediately tries to snap back, but the looks in her eyes says that on some level, those words strike true. ] He didn't!

Really, now? He spoke to you so much of how he wanted you to start over with him. How he ached for that future with you. Yet he went along with, insisted on, even, that foolish plan and died after giving letting you taste hope again, did he not? How is that anything but irresponsibly leaving you behind?

[The hallucination flinches and sinks into himself- but the gestures are shallow, eyes glassy. Because, in the end, Velvet can not know how he feels about it. Not really. Now even less than an echo: a theory. A supposition.]

I was trying to save her!!

[ For the first time, the hallucination of the Lover turns to properly address Ferdinand. To call the look on her face a smile would be deeply misleading; it's a sort of condescending expression, like she's speaking to a child (which he may as well be to her). ]

If you had really cared about that, you'd still be here holding her close, no?

[ Velvet looks like something in her is crumbling.

...Ah, when had she become so weak?

Or perhaps it's better to say that now that she remembers what it's like to feel whole, there is something to shatter again. ]

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