[His soul... That heavy, worn thing? Char almost doubts its worth— scarred, fractured, burdened with failures. And yet, Lovecraft asks for it without hesitation, as though he has seen every crack in it and still finds value there. That thought stills him. If anyone could look into that abyss and not flinch, it would be Lovecraft.
For that reason alone, Char does not question it further. If Lovecraft will carry that weight, then he will entrust it— firm, resolute, as though sealing a pact.]
Take it, then. My soul is yours to bear. Guard it well.
Mm. I'll let Sika know, that way there is no misunderstanding.
[A piece of himself will always remain with Lovecraft for safekeeping, held like a treasure long buried beneath sand and silt, secure in the lightless dark. He shifts to return the gesture, lips pressed to Lovecraft's cheek. Hold onto this. It belongs to you now.]
To answer your question... yes. This is what I wanted to discuss, though I cleared my afternoon should anything be on your mind that you want to address.
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[A little exhale, leaning in. The world is so weary. Even this too, is...]
And. I don't know how. But. I want you to promise... your soul. If your heart is taken.
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For that reason alone, Char does not question it further. If Lovecraft will carry that weight, then he will entrust it— firm, resolute, as though sealing a pact.]
Take it, then. My soul is yours to bear. Guard it well.
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[Lovecraft instantly perks up, the previous firmness disappearing. How is he going to guarantee this? Who knows! But it sounds like a good deal.]
I'm...glad. Please let...Sika Madu...know. If you could.
[And a little pack to the cheek, smiling. Precious Nishi. For him to have.]
Was this...what you wanted to tell me? Or was there something else?
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[A piece of himself will always remain with Lovecraft for safekeeping, held like a treasure long buried beneath sand and silt, secure in the lightless dark. He shifts to return the gesture, lips pressed to Lovecraft's cheek. Hold onto this. It belongs to you now.]
To answer your question... yes. This is what I wanted to discuss, though I cleared my afternoon should anything be on your mind that you want to address.