I’ve been sent a message from that mysterious architect, left at my door along with a gift and very clear instructions.
Firstly, I’m to tell you the phrase ‘pigpen’ – if that means anything to you, do let me know, won’t you? I’m quite curious – and secondly, I’m to ask you what took you so long, for his curiosity rather than my own.
… And then, for my own sake – how are you, my dear? I apologise that I haven’t sought out the pleasure of your company with more gusto since the night of the Gala. It seems that finally I may have got my fingers in one too many pies after all.
It means I'm going to kill him because I didn't need the hint OR HIS NAGGING I just choose to exercise my own agency and not do what a haranguing little piece of paper says!!
He sent me an enciphered message, by way of explanation. I deciphered it. If I hadn't, your clue would've told me how to do it.
Oh, yes. He sent me a little contraption very similar to the one in the planetarium. It creates the loveliest visions on any surface I shine it on. I think he wanted to know if such sights would bring me good dreams if I were to project them on the lid of my coffin. I didn’t have the heart to tell him I don’t have one here.
But at least his message makes more sense now. I had wondered. I’ve seen the cipher used in a few detective novels, but the word alone without context is a little misleading.
I don't blame you. Positions reversed, I would've assumed it meant the livestock holding area. But the cypher is fairly distinctive when written; once you see it, you generally know what it is.
What do you think the prize at the end of this effort is, my sweet? Does Monsieur Kaveh think the two of us need to be encouraged together, as though there were something that might make us reluctant to speak?
Or do you think it's just a little fun? An open ended road fuelled by curiosity?
You were quite asleep so I let you rest, tucked away where I knew you'd be safe.
Before that, I saw what I always see in the blood. The unspooling of a life, ready for me to take the story in exchange for the life itself. I saw the power you have, I saw what it cost you.
It was a little like when you showed me the vision of us dancing, when you were trying to get me to take that dress. Only...that time, I saw things. This time I think it was more like I felt them?
I saw colors, I think. Like a watercolor left out in the rain. But it didn't scare me, being so senseless, because I felt warm. And safe.
I know I should probably be questioning your self preservation, but I can’t help but be glad to hear that; that you knew me even in that state, and that you felt safe in my hands. The peace it can bring is what I wanted for you.
I’m coming to find that the experience can vary for mortals. Not all reactions to the bite are the same. I should have figured as much, but I haven’t had the opportunity to ask before coming here.
[ Y’know, because those mortals were usually victims and usually, uh, died. ]
I would let you do it again. Maybe someplace a little quieter than a gala, the next time, but...I want to try to remember more of it. To focus on how it feels. Does that sound strange?
Quieter... But of course. I don't think it's strange. You are the kind of person who likes to know your own thoughts on things, and it's understandably difficult to know how the numbing of consciousness feels when you aren't prepared for it.
As insatiable and as eager to please you as I am, how could I refuse such a sweet request to try again?
And you want to feel that again? Sometimes when we have done something our whole lives, and have got used to it, it can be quite unnerving to be without it. Like the rug being pulled out from under your feet.
I suppose it just depends on whether you're looking for a change of scenery — a new rug, or perhaps polishing the wooden floors to see how they shine without.
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I’ve been sent a message from that mysterious architect, left at my door along with a gift and very clear instructions.
Firstly, I’m to tell you the phrase ‘pigpen’ – if that means anything to you, do let me know, won’t you? I’m quite curious – and secondly, I’m to ask you what took you so long, for his curiosity rather than my own.
… And then, for my own sake – how are you, my dear? I apologise that I haven’t sought out the pleasure of your company with more gusto since the night of the Gala. It seems that finally I may have got my fingers in one too many pies after all.
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He sent me an enciphered message, by way of explanation. I deciphered it. If I hadn't, your clue would've told me how to do it.
...Wait, did he —
Did he send you something too?
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But at least his message makes more sense now. I had wondered. I’ve seen the cipher used in a few detective novels, but the word alone without context is a little misleading.
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...A contraption.
So, stained glass with a hand crank?
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I'm assuming you got the other half of the pair, then?
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...I don't like being played. But it's Kaveh, so I assume his intentions are benign.
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What do you think the prize at the end of this effort is, my sweet? Does Monsieur Kaveh think the two of us need to be encouraged together, as though there were something that might make us reluctant to speak?
Or do you think it's just a little fun? An open ended road fuelled by curiosity?
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I don't remember much, after you — after we danced. Would you mind filling me in?
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You were quite asleep so I let you rest, tucked away where I knew you'd be safe.
Before that, I saw what I always see in the blood. The unspooling of a life, ready for me to take the story in exchange for the life itself. I saw the power you have, I saw what it cost you.
Did you only see blackness?
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I saw colors, I think. Like a watercolor left out in the rain. But it didn't scare me, being so senseless, because I felt warm. And safe.
I knew it was you the whole time.
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I’m coming to find that the experience can vary for mortals. Not all reactions to the bite are the same. I should have figured as much, but I haven’t had the opportunity to ask before coming here.
[ Y’know, because those mortals were usually victims and usually, uh, died. ]
So did you like it, after all?
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I would let you do it again. Maybe someplace a little quieter than a gala, the next time, but...I want to try to remember more of it. To focus on how it feels. Does that sound strange?
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As insatiable and as eager to please you as I am, how could I refuse such a sweet request to try again?
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I think I can count on one hand the number of times in my life when I couldn't put something into words.
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I suppose it just depends on whether you're looking for a change of scenery — a new rug, or perhaps polishing the wooden floors to see how they shine without.