( open* ) for all i know, maybe everyone is screaming as they go through life,

[elegiaque]

WHO: Gwenaëlle Baudin + &c
WHAT: A catch-all for pre-planned threads. * open for BUSINESS by ARRANGEMENT.
WHEN: September.
WHERE: Various.
NOTES: Content warnings TBA if necessary! Feel free to hit me up if you want to do something here; I am notoriously terrible at creating open posts but I'm always happy to brainstorm something bespoke.

starters in the comments.

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[rowancrowned]

He lets the quiet sit for a moment. He is so tired. He wonders what it feels like for Rifters when they fade away, if there is a moment long enough for them to realize, or if it is instant. Naturally, it is never when anyone is looking. Everyone ceases to think of them, and they vanish.

"I think I have loved you from the moment on the battlements," he says, finally. "I would wait for as long as it took."

If she would ask him. It is probably useless to say this or anything else to her as she is now, and he is too near to a depth of emotion he would prefer not to feel. He could say other things, but instead he stands.

"I will get you to the carriages," he says. "Whatever you were doing here, it does not need to be disturbed. No one will notice or comment upon your exit."