4th Message - [video]

[justamessenger]

[Dulcie's face is close up, a halo of lightness lit by her device in a dark room.]

You know, I've never actually played this one before. So really I should be thanking the City right now.

[She reaches out to give a playful punch to someone off camera.]

Come on! This is going to be fun. It's like sardines but with more privacy.








[ooc: Dulcie is locked up with Justin. Citizens may send sympathies his way.]

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[othersdie]

[That's so sad that he almost wants to hug her.]

At least you're as transient as everyone else in the City.

[justamessenger]

Do you think of that as a comfort?

[othersdie]

Not particularly, but I haven't had the chance to outlive friends.

[justamessenger]

You get used to it. Circle of life and everything.

[othersdie]

But does it ever get easier?

[justamessenger]

Nope. I would get worried if it did.

[This conversation is getting a bit heavy so Dulcie leans in with her head on his shoulder.]

[othersdie]

Mm.

[Yeah, this isn't a warm and fuzzy conversation.]

...Are you okay?

[justamessenger]

Just gettin' comfy.

[Sorry if her wings hit you in the face.]

[othersdie]

[It's like being in a pillow fight in the dark!]

Do you want me to stay quiet?

[He can do that. He's really good at it, actually.]

[justamessenger]

Why would I want that?

[othersdie]

I don't know. Sometimes it's easier than talking.

[justamessenger]

If you want. I could tell you another poem.

[othersdie]

I'd like to listen.

[justamessenger]

[She winds her fingers through his before she speaks again.]

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

[othersdie]

[Justin usually avoids physical contact when he can, but, for reasons unknown to him, Dulcie doesn't make him uncomfortable. He goes so far as to reciprocate this hand-holding.]

This is the first time that poem has ever seemed ironic to me. I mean... unless angels age, neither of us needs a sonnet to keep our eternal summers from fading.

[justamessenger]

I've always found it odd that people strive for eternal youth so much. I think it would be cool to get older.

[othersdie]

Society glorifies youth the same way it glorifies unattainable beauty.

...I think it would be, too.

[justamessenger]

[She turns her head into the crook of his neck a little more, not feeling the need to talk.]

[othersdie]

[He upset Dulcie. If killing decent moods paid, Justin would be a wealthy person.

Maybe if he puts an arm around her and hugs...?]

[justamessenger]

[She sighs happily and burrows into the circle of his arms. Both wings come around them too, like their own personal duvet.]

[othersdie]

[Oh. Good.

...And as comfortable as this is, it's kind of awkward.]

Are you okay, Dulcie?

[justamessenger]

Mmmhmm. Comfy.

[othersdie]

Are you going to fall asleep on me?

[justamessenger]

Hmm. Maybe.

[othersdie]

Oh.

It's been a while since anyone fell asleep on me.