[ venere looks at him, truly looks at him. and she speaks with an understanding that goes beyond the illusion around them. ]
If you leave, there is no coming back.
[ if you leave the dream and return to the harshness of reality, that dark and grueling world, there is no option to come back to this lie. is it better to return to what he's forgotten, instead of remaining here in the comforts of what he wants most? ]
[ It would be nice, actually. How is it that a simple question asked keeps coming back to him, over and over and over again?
Hey, Marcoh. If you had the choice, would you rather know the truth, even if it might wreck you, or would you prefer to have the chance for peace, even if it means looking away? ...It'll be okay.
The Venere here may be happy, but she's never met these people. There's another version of her, maybe waiting in the Kingdom of Rondon alone, one he abandoned when he died. She's not safe. He can't rest until she is. He'll never be forgiven, but he can't even begin to even pretend until he can at least make up for that much. ]
I have to.
[ But for her... whatever vision this is that he's realising, he hopes they remain happy. ]
at the very least, in this moment, he is choosing it. perhaps it was a bit of a precarious path there, but it is approaching. to abandon the warmth and comfort of a world in which everyone that he loves is happy, where he is appreciated, where he hasn't had to do anything against his will and only chose exactly the steps he wanted to take forward for the sake of verene's happiness—it begins to fade away
the flowers begin to lose their glow. that perfect sky turns darker and darker. everything around him begins to disappear into that darkness and everyone he loves fades out of sight, all except venere. she remains in front of him, bloodied flower crown atop her head, and a gentle smile on her expression. ]
How noble of you. Hopefully your choices will lead you to a path you don't mind walking.
Take care now, dearest older brother of mine. I do love you, in my own way.
[ this version of here, whoever she is. she will reach out to deposit the flower crown atop his head before stepping back into the shadows, until they engulf her and she fades out of sight.
for marcoh, he remains in that pitch black darkness for moments longer still, until there is the smell of smoke. fire. flames that suddenly lick at his legs and when he looks down, there is the black field of lycoris flowers. the flames rise at an alarming rate, climbing up his legs and limbs until they swallow him whole in their angry condemnation.
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[ Not by his own volition. He doesn't think he could ever manage to forget. ]
Stay here with them. I'll be back soon.
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If you leave, there is no coming back.
[ if you leave the dream and return to the harshness of reality, that dark and grueling world, there is no option to come back to this lie. is it better to return to what he's forgotten, instead of remaining here in the comforts of what he wants most? ]
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Hey, Marcoh. If you had the choice, would you rather know the truth, even if it might wreck you, or would you prefer to have the chance for peace, even if it means looking away? ...It'll be okay.
The Venere here may be happy, but she's never met these people. There's another version of her, maybe waiting in the Kingdom of Rondon alone, one he abandoned when he died. She's not safe. He can't rest until she is. He'll never be forgiven, but he can't even begin to even pretend until he can at least make up for that much. ]
I have to.
[ But for her... whatever vision this is that he's realising, he hopes they remain happy. ]
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at the very least, in this moment, he is choosing it. perhaps it was a bit of a precarious path there, but it is approaching. to abandon the warmth and comfort of a world in which everyone that he loves is happy, where he is appreciated, where he hasn't had to do anything against his will and only chose exactly the steps he wanted to take forward for the sake of verene's happiness—it begins to fade away
the flowers begin to lose their glow. that perfect sky turns darker and darker. everything around him begins to disappear into that darkness and everyone he loves fades out of sight, all except venere. she remains in front of him, bloodied flower crown atop her head, and a gentle smile on her expression. ]
How noble of you. Hopefully your choices will lead you to a path you don't mind walking.
Take care now, dearest older brother of mine. I do love you, in my own way.
[ this version of here, whoever she is. she will reach out to deposit the flower crown atop his head before stepping back into the shadows, until they engulf her and she fades out of sight.
for marcoh, he remains in that pitch black darkness for moments longer still, until there is the smell of smoke. fire. flames that suddenly lick at his legs and when he looks down, there is the black field of lycoris flowers. the flames rise at an alarming rate, climbing up his legs and limbs until they swallow him whole in their angry condemnation.
back to hades with you, sinner. ]