(closed) dust your conscience off

[scholiast]

who: lucretia + cr (hmu for a starter!)
what: catch-all
when: october
where: whichever way the wind blows
warnings: n/a, will be updated as needed! :)

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[imperceptus]

[ Well, that's a weird feeling, albeit not unwelcome. He'd chosen that song for a reason, and to be relieved of its burden--even for a short while--is a blessing. He's still staring up at the fish, his pale eyes slightly wide with wonder, when Lucretia speaks to him again. ]

--ah. Well. Well enough, I suppose.

[ He looks down, shakes his head, rubs his temple. ]

Thanks for this.

[scholiast]

(She hasn't seen Rin like this before; at least, not in recent memory. Quiet, contemplative. She likes it a lot more than the Rin who tries to needle endlessly at the things that she says. Lucretia shrugs a shoulder, watching Junior turn satisfied little loop-de-loops above their heads.

The voidfish's power is muted enough that she can tell Rin must have fed it something just now without the resulting static laid over the lost memory becoming too loud, and distracting.)

No problem.

You're doing me a favour, really. I can only keep it happy with my notes for so long.

[imperceptus]

[ Rin shuts one eye, glancing back up at the fish. ]

Will it--grow?

[scholiast]

Larger than this apartment, eventually. But that will take years.

(A length of time she does not intend on staying here.)

[imperceptus]

It's quite soothing to look at.

[ He squints. ]

Maybe less so once it's the size of a house.

[ But, as she's suggesting, he doubts he'll ever see it. ]

[scholiast]

No, it's still soothing to watch. It makes you feel small.

(The patterns that swirl in the bell look like galaxies; Lucretia remembers standing in front of the larger Voidfish back at the Legato Conservatory and getting lost in the sheer size of them.

Then, Rin's memory comes back into focus, and Lucretia blinks, glancing over at him curiously.)

You sang for it. What was the song?

[imperceptus]

I suppose that does offer perspective.

[ The song's coming back to him now, piping into his memory like a bad dream. He smiles, robust and false, shrugging. ]

Just a lullaby. Thought your little friend might enjoy it, that's all.

[scholiast]

I think it did.

(Junior is idly above their heads, seemingly content.)

You have a lovely voice.

[imperceptus]

Oh, I know.

[ NO FALSE MODESTY HERE. ]

You get a lot of practice when you have to sing for your supper.

[scholiast]

(Oh, it's like that huh. Lucretia is unsure of whether or not to appear sympathetic; she shrugs.)

I see. Was your childhood stressful?

[imperceptus]

[ Rin just laughs, tapping his chin as he leans forward, his eyes going slightly heavenward. ]

You have no idea.

[ Which is a good thing. ]

I don't quite understand what drow are like where you're from, but where I'm from, none of us have an easy childhood.

[ Or anything else. ]

Such is life.

[scholiast]

I confess I don't know much about the drow where I'm from.

(She knows that Taako and Lup didn't have a particularly great upbringing; but they aren't drow, and she can't speak for elves as a whole, so. She shrugs a shoulder.)

I'm sorry to hear it.

[imperceptus]

Thank your gods for that, if you've got them.

[ He shakes his head. ]

It's fine. None of my family are here, so it hardly matters anyway.

[scholiast]

(She does, but she won't thank them, because she privately thinks Rin is being over-dramatic.)

You're the only one from your world here, correct?

(She's been noticing that some people (her, for example) have friends and family in Quarantine, and others have none. Lucretia wonders how the portal deigns who is allowed to come and who is not.)

[imperceptus]

[ Rin's always dramatic. But, in this instance, he seems pretty deadly serious, too. ]

Yes, and with any luck, it'll stay that way.

[ He nods at her. ]

You seem to have quite the family here, though.

[scholiast]

Half of them, yes.

(And she misses the other half so dearly.)

I'm glad for the company.