"the second miracle was the time spent with you" | ASPECTS GAME

[miraculess]

Warnings for violence, self harm, and suicide attempts and ideation.

(Also for overblown symbolism and the fact I am almost entirely winging this ;D)

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[miraculess]

[ a sliding shoji screen, old-looking but kept in good repair. ]

[marezydoats]

[ Rin hesitates for a moment before she opens the door. ]

[miraculess]

[ you step forward into the entryway of what looks to be a Japanese-style house. a breeze from some unseen window or open door carries the smell of flowers and straw to you, and you can hear soft crinkling and shushing noises from the room ahead along with tuneless humming.

there's an alcove for shoes near your feet with a pair already neatly tucked in there. ]


((the goal of this room is interaction, and also maybe not dying?))

[marezydoats]

[ It's a bit awkward to take off boots, but Rin is hardly going to be rude. She takes off her boots with some effort— she ends up leaning awkwardly against a wall— and tucks them as best as she can at the alcove. Then she follows the sound the tuneless humming. ]

[miraculess]

[ the entryway opens up into a living room— the entire thing has an old-fashioned and traditional air, with tatami mats on the floor and soft cushions scattered about. there are paintings and calligraphy hung on the walls, and... several swords?

however, more immediately noticeable is the girl sitting at a kotatsu— she's practicing calligraphy, humming as she scoots the brush over the paper with intense concentration and a little too much pressure for the lines to come out anywhere near gracefully. it's unmistakably Lilith— though a much more well-cared-for Lilith than Rin's ever seen. her hair is neatly trimmed in a shorter cut, there are bandages and gauze painstakingly taped over her seams, and in general she just seems... softer. even her face looks more rounded, although that has more to do with relaxation and a less half-starved look than any apparent change in her age.

her focus on the calligraphy doesn't last long, though. she glances up as she hears footsteps, and freezes with an almost comic deer-in-headlights expression—

THEN SHE DIVES UNDER THE KOTATSU. there goes half the calligraphy supplies. ]

[marezydoats]

Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.

[ Rin crouches down. ]

Are you okay?

[miraculess]

[ no reply

...okay, maybe a little shuffle as she tries to figure out how to keep her feet from sticking out underneath the kotatsu's blanket. YOU CAN'T SEE HER, THEREFORE, CLEARLY YOU CAN'T POSSIBLY MEAN HER you saw nothing ]

[marezydoats]

[ Rin reaches over and moves the kotatsu blanket to cover Lilith's feet entirely. ]

[miraculess]

[ ...!

it's too bad someone who doesn't exist can't display manners. or say thank you to nice nee-sans. this is deeply unfortunate.

......mnnnnnnnn. popping her head awkwardly out the other side to eye Rin just over the table surface ]

[marezydoats]

Hello. Do you want to talk...?

[ She's trying to keep her posture as non-threatening as she can. Nee-san isn't a threat. ]

[miraculess]

[ ...

slips back beneath the blankets ]

[marezydoats]

It's okay, we don't have to talk. I'll leave you alone, if you'd like. Do you mind if I practice my calligraphy, too? It's been a while, you see.

[miraculess]

[ ... reaches out, grabs one of the sheets of paper that got knocked off, scoots it over to her, and withdraws ]

[decomposed]

[ steps in, a bit carefully ]

[miraculess]

[ you step forward into the entryway of what looks to be a Japanese-style house. a breeze from some unseen window or open door carries the smell of flowers and straw to you, and you can hear soft crinkling and shushing noises from the room ahead along with tuneless humming.

there's an alcove for shoes near your feet with a pair already neatly tucked in there. HAVE FUN TAKING OFF YOUR RIDICULOUS PLATFORMS ]



((the goal of this room is interaction, and also maybe not dying?))

[decomposed]

[ jokes on you he's a Servant and can sparkle them off

which he does, and steps in barefoot, a bit of a hesitance to his posture and movements. he feels like he's intruding, which has been true of a lot of these aspect rooms but maybe even moreso here. ]

[miraculess]

[ I'm really tempted to make up my mind about powercapping in here just to make Uriel's life hard.

the entryway opens up into a living room— the entire thing has an old-fashioned and traditional air, with tatami mats on the floor and soft cushions scattered about. there are paintings and calligraphy hung on the walls, and... several swords?

however, more immediately noticeable is the girl sitting at a kotatsu— she's practicing calligraphy, humming as she scoots the brush over the paper with intense concentration and a little too much pressure for the lines to come out anywhere near gracefully. it's unmistakably Lilith— though a much more well-cared-for Lilith than Uriel's ever seen. her hair is neatly trimmed in a shorter cut, there are bandages and gauze painstakingly taped over her seams, and in general she just seems... softer. even her face looks more rounded, although that has more to do with relaxation and a less half-starved look than any apparent change in her age.

her focus on the calligraphy doesn't last long, though. she glances up as she hears footsteps, and freezes with an almost comic deer-in-headlights expression—

THEN SHE DIVES UNDER THE KOTATSU. there goes half the calligraphy supplies. ]

[decomposed]

[ oh ]

... Please excuse me.

[ starts. gathering up the scattered papers ]

[miraculess]

[ there's a thump and a rather offended squawk of confusion as she startles at SUDDEN VOICE IN HER HEAD and hits her head on the underside of the table.

the papers are mostly blank, but several of them have nearly unreadable kanji on them. her handwriting is atrocious. ]

[decomposed]

[ this idiot who forgot telepathy is weird

he would apologize but. you know. so he just finishes tidying up the papers, stacking the blank ones neatly and spreading out the painted ones over the table ]

[miraculess]

[ ... eventually awkwardly pops her head out the other side to squint at him just over the edge of the table ]

[decomposed]

[ glances over at her and dips his head in acknowledgement, stilling his hands ]

[miraculess]

[ flinches at the confirmation that he saw her, but which how round eyed she goes it doesn't look like a genuinely fearful reaction so much as she's really easily spooked ]

[decomposed]

[ ... slowly reaches up and touches his own temple, sort of questioning ]

[miraculess]

[ ...? ????? wrinkles her nose ]