𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡 — 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚊.

[sacral]

EVEN WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS

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[sacral]

His claim was conditional on it. Accepting it meant to accept your seat next to him, your powers, and your responsibilities.

[ In a word: he meddled. ]

[hallowedly]

( Bright white blinding eruption of anger, then nothingness, then the visual cycle of sakura petals soawning, raining, scattering, spawning, dancing, dispersing, spawning —

A mantra of disciple or seclusion or both. Disgusting. He is — ...disgusted. )

You fool. The eye was yours. The powers and duty would have come indifferent of flesh, you killed the incumbent.

( Petals. More petals. A storm. He needs to breathe. )

You cut... a deal for what was already yours. You incomprehensible idiot. No. I won't be elegant. This is foolishness beyond naivete. This is — negligence. And waste. You were wasteful.

[sacral]

[ Ah. His heart has the capacity for it. This Murmur chokes with it, a refashioning of familiar illusion made corporeal by dismay. ]

I did. I couldn't cast it away. And my apostasy would have come to fruition, if she didn't intervene.

[hallowedly]

...that boy you've charmed. He won't turn against you. He doesn't know how.

( Life, somehow, hasn't taught him. Monou Fuuma can but try. )

Wasting everything, but wanting for nothing. What a prince you are.

( For once, the Murmur's connection withers and pales and dies a sickly death on his end, first. )