[ his story closes up, and it's not a neat and tidy ending, but then true stories rarely are. the storm had come along and interrupted all of their lives, it hadn't asked permission, hadn't waited for them to tie up loose ends before sweeping away everything they knew and loved.
alisaie lets the silence hold them for awhile before she inhales deeply, exhales in a thoughtful hum. it's still such a strange curiosity, the similarities between their worlds, how everything he says somehow sounds familiar in a roundabout way.
and ardyn. she should.. tell him, the longer she waits the more awkward it will be to explain. so it's best to rip the bandage off, she supposes. ]
He was.. here. Ardyn.
[ she says at last, after a moment's consideration. ]
Well, not here. In Olympia. He brought me soup.
[ and tried to pawn a watermelon off on her once but that's another tale. ]
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alisaie lets the silence hold them for awhile before she inhales deeply, exhales in a thoughtful hum. it's still such a strange curiosity, the similarities between their worlds, how everything he says somehow sounds familiar in a roundabout way.
and ardyn. she should.. tell him, the longer she waits the more awkward it will be to explain. so it's best to rip the bandage off, she supposes. ]
He was.. here. Ardyn.
[ she says at last, after a moment's consideration. ]
Well, not here. In Olympia. He brought me soup.
[ and tried to pawn a watermelon off on her once but that's another tale. ]