7rings: harrow

[chevaleros]

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[chevaleros]

[ she's silent for a beat, uncertain. how doth one love gothly. ]

How can that be love...?

[ ordinarily she might not delve into painful questions, but this is sort of the point. ]

[bonetiddies]

Can't it be painful, too? Or maybe I'm mistaken, calling it love.

[It's fine. They're talking vaguely. And they're both despairzos, so it's fine.]

. . . The first time I laid eyes on her was when I was a child, on the day I had decided to die. But when I beheld her, I felt something more powerful than any feeling I had ever known, and I wanted to live.

Since then, I have been unable to stop thinking of her, dreaming of her. But. . . because of who she is, it is both impossible and blasphemous, and the revelation has only caused pain to those who care for me.

[chevaleros]

[ It's Fine™

Maybe it's Vira who doesn't really know how love functions; her lips thin together, a tight line by the time Harrow finishes speaking. ]

...Isn't it strange, how dramatically life changes when your heart yearns after someone? To be kept apart from her must be such torment.

[ So tailored for despair. She lets out a slow, quiet sigh. ]

Why had you chosen death? [ It seems like a reoccurring thing with Harrow. ]

[bonetiddies]

That. . . is a tale I would prefer not to recount.

[At least not yet.]

It was when I was a child. Suffice to say, as the heir to my House, I grew up with a great many expectations on my shoulders. I didn't always know how to live with them.

[chevaleros]

[ She nods—that's clear enough. ]

If one burdens a child with responsibility, they should at least teach them how to manage it.

[ Her voice turns a bit stricter, harder, though it quickly goes back to its casual lilt. ]

—I'm sorry, I must just be bringing you more pain with my questions.

[bonetiddies]

If you are, you're only helping me better achieve my task.

[It's fine, though.]

. . . Shall I do the same for you? Despair said many of us don't know why we're chosen for their team, but I don't get the sense that's the case.

[chevaleros]

[ She considers for a moment; Luminiera seems to float near her by instinct, immediately snuggling into her arms. ]

I've spent the better part of the last six years waiting for someone. Someone I adored more than the world itself, and who I longed for more than the sun each morning.

[ She's not sure it's something she should share openly—best to keep her heart closed in a place like this—but considering the conversation thus far, she thinks Harrow would at least understand. ]

Sufficed to say, I think both of us know what despair feels like.

[bonetiddies]

[She does understand, and she also understands Vira's reluctance to share further; she doesn't push her any.]

I'm sorry. I hope you'll find what you need in this place.

[chevaleros]

Thank you. I am happy these days, but I do consider myself versed enough in despair to succeed.

[ Maybe their experiences will give them a leg-up. ]

I think if we work together, we could do quite well here. Not that I hope to bring you misery, but I invite you to call upon me when you need it. To be frank, I'd rather see you to success than many of the others here.

[ looks at cheese crimes ]

[bonetiddies]

Likewise. I'm certain we'll be able to help one another.

[Vira is. . . a very easy to like person, compared to some of these weirdos.]