Deer Country Inbox

[demonicbeauty]

State your business with Ariadne...

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OOC: This post is an in-character inbox for anyone wishing to contact the character, Araidne, for deercountry. To contact the mun, please PM this journal or send a private plurk to wizera.

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[demonicbeauty]

[She considers it a moment. And then nods, as if making a decision.]

I think I like the red better.

Red is my favorite color.

[subject_013]

[He looks into the camera, almost taken aback.]

You're the first to say that to me in all sincerity. It's... a bit hard to take in.

[He's accustomed to being the monster, being the one causing fear, and enjoying the sight of that fear in another's eyes... but someone saying they prefer his eyes as they had become...]

[demonicbeauty]

[Ariadne shrugs.]

I meant nothing by it. I don't have an agenda or anything.

...I'm sorry if it seemed that way.

[subject_013]

Apology accepted. It's been my experience that when most people act that way toward me, they either want something from me... or as if they're trying to humor the monster.

But you're not most people.

[He's still not sure what she is to him. But he knows his heart is yearning toward her, though he suspects it may not be in the cards for them.]

[demonicbeauty]

No, I'm not. And some people aren't comfortable with that fact. The best I can do is try not to let it get in my way.

[A lesson almost everyone in Trench could stand to learn, but she's not the teaching sort.]

Thank you again for the plant. I promise to give it a place of honor in the garden. You can come and visit it. Maybe talk to it a little.

[subject_013]

That's the most one can do, when you've embraced who and what you are, in spite of those who can't accept it. Or won't.

Kindness such as yours deserved a kindness in return. I know it shall be in good hands.

I promise not to be a stranger, either to your grove or its keeper.

[demonicbeauty]

Good.

[And she gives him a delighted, little smile.]

[subject_013]

[He replies only with a small smile and a bow of his head before the connection cuts out.]