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       it pulls him back to icy coldness, heartache, and grief. harsh greens, and the deepest blacks flash like warning signs in his memory, and sink deeper, deeper still .. as if drowning in a murky lake. the vivid lights of his eyes go out – it is dark, the air is humid, the night is hot. cold.  ( somewhere in between perhaps ?  )

      ❛   vi … vi ?  ❜  it startles him, if only for the moment, when he hears his voice. ( what is his voice, now. ) this happens more than he wants, more than he thought with so much time having passed by. he stands a few feet away, stopped in his tracks. ( this cave, no matter how much different, reminds him of that place. )

      but now it happens before her, his blank stare unfocused from those unnervingly blackened eyes set against tanned skin. her voice is a familiar warmth : it brings him closer to the surface, and the gentle touch she offers against his arm doubled with the concern written upon her face brings the pinpricks of tears to well up.

      it feels as if it happens all at once : he takes her small hands into his much bigger ones, pulling her close and he prays, just for a moment, to hold her like this. that this isn’t a dream. and when she wraps her arms around him too, he remembers. hugging her feels the same like before, he thinks. it feels safe … it feels like home.  ❛   ... thank you.    ❜

      ( with her, he doesn’t feel as if he’s drowning anymore. )

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Bzzzt! Lewis blinked blearily at the ceiling, frowning at the the fan as he tried to figure out where the hell that sound was coming from. As he slowly got more alert, it didn’t take him long to realize it was his phone. Flopping over to his side, he blindingly felt for his phone on his nightstand. 

After a few seconds of fumbling to free it from its charger, he squinted at the name ‘blueberry muffin’ and a blurry picture of Vivi. Swiping it to the right, answering the call, he brought it to his ear. 

Admittedly, his voice was a bit scratchy and more on the quiet side as he spoke, “Uh.. Vi?”

If this had been the first time she had done this, then he would’ve asked if she knew what time it was (but there was little use in asking such a question now). Though, there was a twinge of worry as he waited for her answer; there was always chance that there was trouble, even if that wasn’t always the case. 

       it’s as if he’s suspended in animation, watching her move freely about the empty space of the mansion. it makes the pulse of the locket upon his chest quicken, and the flames atop his head and the candles burn a bit brighter. he can even swear his spectral hands are shaking the tiniest bit when he appears by her, a gentle touch to her shoulder ( and perhaps his voice is too, when he finds the courage to warn her ).   ❛    vivi -- careful. that ... that step isn’t sturdy.   ❜  

❛     ‘ shushed     you ‘     ?     ❜               her     attempts     at     quieting     the     seemingly     feral     human     had     failed ,     much     to     shiromori ‘ s     dismay .          if     she     were     not     a     nature     deity ,     she     would ‘ ve     beaten     that     human     senseless .          she     lets     out     a     scoff ,               ❛     why     must     you     care     about     such     trivial     things     ?          i     told     you     to     be     quiet ,     didn ‘ t     i     ?     ❜               it     was     more     of     a     yell     as     opposed     to     telling     her ,     but     details     were     unnecessary .

                                             the  first  time  he’s  ever  spoken  to  her  . . .    and  this  is  what  she  wants  to  hear  ?    he  supposed  that  he  should’ve  expected  that  coming  from  vivi  .    the  dog  tilts  his  head  ,    frowning  slightly  .    perhaps  a  few  hundred  years  ago  he  would’ve  shouted  out  the  word  without  hesitation  ,    but  he  was  a  good  boy  now  .