( week 1 ) sunday morning, mejojo

[guilloqueen]

[ marie can't tell if she's very light or if mejojo's very strong, but it should be easy for him to lift her and carry her back to the house of spades. as she rests in his arms, she loosely wraps her arms around his shoulders, surprisingly comfortable being this close to an almost stranger. during their journey, she breaks the solemn silence with a soft remark. ]

I think it's sad that our little house is so quiet now.

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[throning]

[ he looks towards her, expression soft — his arm is shifted as if to protect her neck. ]

I won't allow anything to happen to you in my presence, Lady Marie.

[ there's a subtle smile, gentle as always. ]

I'm a skilled fighter, believe it or not. You said death was different for you, however...what do you mean exactly?

[guilloqueen]

[she appreciates his offer, and curls more toward his body; it touches her to know so many people are willing to protect her, but it also pains her to know she'll live with the guilt if any of them give their lives to spare hers.

...she seems to be having a hard time coming up with an answer to mejojo's question, though. where to begin...]

Forgive me if this is hard to understand, but Minamoto and I are... Heroic Spirits. We were influential figures in history, whose souls have been granted kind of an immortality. We are summoned to fight wars for mages, so... dying more than once isn't strange for us. But we still feel pain, and our deaths feel just as real as the first.

[throning]

[ that's not the answer he was quite expecting. his ears perk with curiosity, and the door to their house is opened at last. ]

A spirit, you said? And a hero. You must be beloved, then.

[ he nods, seemingly in thought for a moment. ]

Be careful, Lady Marie. The people depending on you wouldn't want to see you in pain.

HEY HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A GOOD KITTY

[guilloqueen]

I know. Minamoto told me as much before... she was executed.

[at this point, marie slides from mejojo's arms to stand in their house on her own feet. it's clear that she's more composed now, if still a bit morose. it's softer expression of pain and grief now, though.]

Merci beaucoup.