( 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]

[ 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.