(Untitled)

[supercilious]

Who: EVERYONE.
When: May 11 - 14.
Where: All purpose district 1 & 2, the carnival.
Format: WHICHEVER.
What: THE TOURNEY.
Warnings: Will be individually marked if necessary

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THE FAIRE - The Magick Show!

[sonvisage]

[Just passing by on her way back from getting her free circlet (red, with a moderate amount of ribbons), but pauses at the dragonflies, making smalltalk with another fairegoer to justify her position at the edge of the crowd ...but not quite close enough to be considered part of it.

Her gaze follows the various effects of spellcharged air - it's familiar to her at its core, (oh how could it not be?) but the presentation is very different - but she never actually directly looks at the woman onstage. Doesn't let her eyes linger on any one particular person in the crowd, either. Its movement is constant and shifting as these annoying feelings, even if her expression is a mask.

She will, however, continue to stand and converse with the Anatolian woman until the show has ended.

If a petal happens to light on the edges of her hair, she won't notice. As they fall, she will step back, mask slipping as she turns and retreats.]

Sometime after The Magick Show!

[lumenrelegandus]

[He doesn't try to hide that he'd been in that tent. But he does appear as if from nowhere. And stays far enough away, off to the side, that, if she wants, she walk right past him.]

Io

Sometime after The Magick Show! /sob

[sonvisage]

[She does walk past, but only because she doesn't see him (too wrapped up in her own thoughts) until he speaks. At that she stops, turns on a dime and hopes her face betrays nothing.

It doesn't.

Her chest neither rises or falls as she regards him - she's stopped her breath altogether. She may as well be a statue.]

Sometime after The Magick Show! /sob

[lumenrelegandus]

[All those rights he'd forfeited-to kiss her, to hold her, to touch her, to walk up to her-

He could only hope that the way he'd left them behind didn't negate how much they'd meant while he had them. (since there was no way it hadn't betrayed them.)

Whereas she had the right to do anything she wanted right now.
He wouldn't duck.]

[Awkwardly, he gestures-indicating the very fact of him standing anywhere near her.]

Is this… a good time? …to…

[get on my knees to apologise and hope you stab me through the heart to make it enough]

…say hello?

;;;;;

[sonvisage]

[She remains stock-still. If anything, it lends a more ...inhuman quality to her. As does the utter lack of expression on her features.]

That's why you stopped me? To say hello?

[lumenrelegandus]

[very slow headshake]

I don't know where to begin. I don't know if you'd want me to.

[the same palm-out gesture and an unhappy smile.

Don't know who you are now-and how much that's my fault]

I want very much to talk to you again. Try to… But it doesn't have to be now. It can be any time, any place, of your choosing. I owe you… [had intended that as the start of a sentence but leaves it as the whole. For now.]

[sonvisage]

Begin. [She seems to consider before tapping a finger against her chin in thought. No, not really thought - only the seeming of it.]

But why would you begin what's already ended?

[Another smile, full of false comfort, very practiced and almost warm, but it's a veneer he should recognize.]

I did watch you leave, didn't I? It wasn't a ...hallucination of the Mist? A trick of the light?

[And it's too much. So many of the things she wants to say are cruel, and only partial truths at that. How dare he seek her out here. (Although it's her fault isn't it? Really, how could she have been stupid enough to think that he wouldn't find her outside of this tent.) His fault for making her believe. Her fault for believing at all. It's weak and useless and inescapable and she's choking on it as she stands there with ice in her eyes.]

You owe me nothi---

[Has the ice melted? Is that another ...trick of the light, Remus? Better decide quick because it's gone and she's thrown her hands up without meaning to. That break in her voice? That tremor

[lumenrelegandus]

[He watches her, never trying to interject, not hiding his wince (which is it more, the question or the mask?), looking positively hollow at how he can't reach out to her. But at the last question, he smiles so abruptly it's a laugh.]

…No, [still smiling,] I'm not quite well, but… I shouldn't be.

[shade around the edges; they should have had this conversation so long ago, in their sitting room, theirs]

Staving off isn't being well, and that's what I've been doing since… always. Here. You have to let the tide in before it can go out.

[Following, lets the pain come back into his expression.

As with all the times he'd told her "you owe me nothing" and needed her to know it was true, it's the same as he says:]

Yes, I do. I owe you tremendously.