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[sangreine]

[The feed opens to nothing but the winter-clouded sky and a smattering of airy laughter. A second later Saya rolls into view, her dark hair dampened by chunks of the snow she's rolling in. A playful shake of her head -- accompanied by another whimsical giggle -- casts about half of it off.]

It's beautiful. [Saya stretches out on her stomach, chin pillowed by a tuft of snow, and winks at the camera. Her attire is more suited for spring but the only sign of her noticing the cold is a pleasant pink dusting on her cheeks.] Come and play with me! I don't like being alone. [However heavy the sentiment sounds, she says it with mirthful joy.]

[And then she's rolling kittenishly onto her back, arms and legs stretched out and sweeping lazily through the snow. It's a day to make angels.]


((OOC: Anti-angst curse! No sads for the broodmistress today. /o/ ))

Comments

[worldofourown]

[ He's more unnerved than amused by the laughter. It's too high and sugary. So fake. Quieter, he says, ]

Perhaps you should spend this curse indoors. With a book. Or something.

[sangreine]

Why? I feel great. Are you going to make me stay inside, like you make me live in that house? [Full of energy, she starts making a mini snowman beside where she's lying, humming to herself.]

[worldofourown]

[ There's no risk of her catching a cold. She's a Chiropteran. Even so, ]

Then at least put a damn sweater on.

[ Why does even he care? Who knows 8| ]

[sangreine]

You're acting like you care about me, Karl~ [Her voice is singsong to match her humming.] You don't have to do that.

[worldofourown]

[ He knows he doesn't have to. He shouldn't even want to. Everything feels muddled and inconstant, like one of those mobius strips. He doesn't know her at all. He doesn't even know himself. That's the tragedy of it. ]

Your face will ache like hell tomorrow.

[ Not a parting jibe. Just a fact. He pauses a moment, as if there's something else he needs to say. ]

[ Instead he hangs up. ]

[text]

[sangreine]

[It's about twenty minutes later when she sends him a message:]

I found a sweater! :)

I wish you were happy too, maybe I c

[she probably got distracted by something else before she finished typing.]

[worldofourown]

[ He wants to text back. Prod her to finish her message. But -- No. It's one of those moments where following impulse would be futile. ]

[ He's better off not knowing. ]

[ (Maybe that's the most valuable lesson he's learnt from this fiasco?) ]

[text]

[sangreine]

[An hour later:]

come play with me!

[Can't you just see her sweet, innocent face now? She felt lots happier when she was talking to him, that's weird...]

[text]

[worldofourown]

[ He can see her face, all right. He also wishes he didn't have to. His response is succinct but half-hearted. Thankfully text can't convey that. (Can it?)]

No.

[text]

[sangreine]

why? do you hate me that much?

[There's a lot text can't convey. Like her laughing as she thinks that he probably does. He said so, didn't he?]

[text]

[worldofourown]

You have sweet Set-chan to play with, don't you?

[ The words practically crackle with resentment. ]

[text]

[sangreine]

not all the time.

[and then a second later]

you didn't answer.

[text]

[worldofourown]

I'm not going to.

[ She's wrong if she thinks he owes her obedience and explanations. She's not Diva. ]

[ (He ignores the traitorous little thought of what his life would've been like if he were Saya's instead of Diva's). ]

[text]

[sangreine]

I don't hate you.

I think I'm going to Setsuna's again tonight. Bye!

[In case he hadn't noticed her slipping out some the evenings, there's the admission of guilt. Even though she hasn't exactly asked Setsuna yet, but he's been protective all day!]

[worldofourown]

[ Twitch. Twiiiiitch. ]

[ God, no wonder Haji looked so depressed all the time. ]