aмelιa ღ ѕтeιnвecĸ (
recluserose) wrote2020-10-06 07:02 pm
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"This is Amelia Steinbeck. If you are receiving this message, it means I'm not available right now. Please leave your message for me to get back to later."
*BEEP*
[Video/Voice/Text/Action]
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Those are rather lovely. What was the occasion?
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There was none. My brother simply sent them to me, to tell me things he could never say out loud.
video
I see.
You're not going to throw them away?
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I want to.
[And yet they're still there. He turns the feed back to face him, and he doesn't bother keeping his smile.]
You would think I would gravitate towards lies, wouldn't you? Being who I am. The Trickster, the Liesmith. But these? These, I just want to burn.
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But you haven't.
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No. I haven't; their sentiment, though misplaced, is... hard to ignore.
[He loves what lies they represent, but he hates the fact that's all they will ever be.]
What would you do, Amelia?
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You could turn those into something smaller, something more compact. [She snaps her fingers when an idea comes up]
Ah. You could make the flowers smaller and store them in a locket.
Re: video
A locket? That seems more sentimental than their current form. And yet out of sight and out of mind...
[He seems to be considering it.]
Re: video
Forgive me if I'm stepping over the line here, but if you haven't thrown those flowers away, it just means you still find something important concerning your relationship with your brother. Don't... throw it away.
... I'll stop there if you wish. I hope you consider the idea with the locket though.
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Important? Yes. But there are different kinds of important, as I'm sure you know. This is the type that perhaps rubs me the wrong way.
We'll see. Either way, I thank you for your advice.
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You're welcome. I didn't mind at all.
[This was the truth. There's no hint of irritability or insincerity in her words.]
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I'll leave you be, then. Until next time.
[And he ends the feed.]