first of all, he's really happy just to lean into the little, affectionate touch, following her over towards the water, and -
and then the memory happens. or... not the memory, but rather, an alternate world, a story of what could have been. the sight of the blood has him curling his hand tightly in marina's, instinctually, protectively, but he finds himself drawn in to stare, too. this is...
this is prehevil - marina's nightmarish festival. a world where rondo and marina found themselves together under the same moonlight. he can't tear his eyes away, even if it's an uneasy, unnerving sight to watch the twisted, awful monster that must have been her father, to feel the anxiety and the implication, that it likely would have been sazantos, too, thrown back into the actual memory share of marina's misery and suffering weeks ago. ]
That's...
[ home, he doesn't say, because it's not, but -
the water ripples.
rondo holds marina's hand in one of his, curled around a knife. it's barely ten seconds long - a pair of hopeful blue eyes, trusting, and then a nod, as he pulls his hands away. the lift of a knife, touching to a cheek.
and then it ripples again.
he swallows, hard, and lets the moment settle. ]
... [ and, hand still wrapped around hers, he says, quietly: ] ... I am glad, an alternate world that it could have been, that I would have still been able to find you.
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first of all, he's really happy just to lean into the little, affectionate touch, following her over towards the water, and -
and then the memory happens. or... not the memory, but rather, an alternate world, a story of what could have been. the sight of the blood has him curling his hand tightly in marina's, instinctually, protectively, but he finds himself drawn in to stare, too. this is...
this is prehevil - marina's nightmarish festival. a world where rondo and marina found themselves together under the same moonlight. he can't tear his eyes away, even if it's an uneasy, unnerving sight to watch the twisted, awful monster that must have been her father, to feel the anxiety and the implication, that it likely would have been sazantos, too, thrown back into the actual memory share of marina's misery and suffering weeks ago. ]
That's...
[ home, he doesn't say, because it's not, but -
the water ripples.
rondo holds marina's hand in one of his, curled around a knife. it's barely ten seconds long - a pair of hopeful blue eyes, trusting, and then a nod, as he pulls his hands away. the lift of a knife, touching to a cheek.
and then it ripples again.
he swallows, hard, and lets the moment settle. ]
... [ and, hand still wrapped around hers, he says, quietly: ] ... I am glad, an alternate world that it could have been, that I would have still been able to find you.