[OPEN]

[heirring]

WHO: Wysteria, Flint, & YOU
WHAT: Catch-all
WHEN: Fantasy!March
WHERE: Kirkwall/the Gallows
NOTES: Predominantly wrap-up/endcap threads for Wysteria and Flint before they ride off into the sunset. If you want something bespoke, feel free to wildcard me or reach out for a starter. Wysteria's impending departure is known, Flint's definitely isn't.

Comments

[heirring]

Wysteria pales still further. Yes, what does bring her to the library at this hour?

Rather than answer the question directly, she bends to gather the fallen book from off the library floor. This gives her a handful of seconds to consider the possible answers and which among them is most reasonable, to calm her nerves, and to be certain that her face is arranged in a picture of perfect believability. When she straightens, she's perfectly prepared.

"I needed a few books for a project in need of finishing. Tonight. I am working in it this evening," she lies.

Badly.

[amaizing]

Lia doesn't buy it for a second.

"Because of course, the lighting is best in the evening to work on projects. And sleep deprivation is historically known to aid scientists and researchers, not hinder them."

She puts a gentle hand on Wysteria's shoulder.

"Please, Wysteria. We're friends. I shan't tell." Lia smiles widely. And it's true, she wouldn't. (Probably)

[heirring]

She turns a paper, chalkier white. And then, with growing awareness that she's been caught out, a shade of hot pink begins to crawl its way up the back of her neck and into the tips of Wysteria's ears.

Well.

Well.

She clears her throat. It's louder than she means it to be, and so the second time Wysteria does it, the sound is a soft whispered heh-hem. Her actual voice, following, a downright hiss:

"You must swear it. That you will say nothing. That you will repeat none of what you may see or hear here tonight."

Ominous.

[amaizing]

Lia wants to laugh at Wysteria's reaction, but her face falls to one of utmost seriousness. Never has she ever wanted to know something so desperately.

Lia comes in closer, lowering her voice.

"I swear on my life and our friendship I will not tell."

She wonders if that's enough, so throws something else in.

"Just as you will not mention to anyone that I may have been here to meet a gentleman. He isn't here." The bastard! Not only scandalous, but embarrassing!

[heirring]

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