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Princess Allura ([personal profile] heartofalioness) wrote2017-02-14 10:41 am
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tea_rs: (Faced with heartless teasing)

[personal profile] tea_rs 2017-08-30 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Technology...?

[She's not sure how you'd make a ghost from that, but more importantly:]

They made him sick?
tea_rs: (As clouds brought in)

[personal profile] tea_rs 2017-08-31 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
Um...

[Goodness this is confusing to a girl who is not only from a world with much lower technology, but also not the most well-studied to begin with. But she does at least listen to the last part!]

He got... destroyed?
tea_rs: (Together with that sky)

[personal profile] tea_rs 2017-09-04 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
[A-ahhh...]

I... I'm really sorry, Allura-san.

[And sorrier still for bringing it up.]
tea_rs: (Until night turned to dawn; I cried)

[personal profile] tea_rs 2017-09-07 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[She sniffles, shaking her head even as she wipes away the tears with her arm.]

N-no... I'm s-sorry for bringing it up.
tea_rs: (for your tears to dry)

[personal profile] tea_rs 2017-09-09 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Her head remains tipped down. Her eyes are still watery, but if she keeps scrubbing them away, they have to stop eventually, right?]

I-it's... okay. Because he's still here with me...

[As long as she has him by her side, she'll be alright, no matter what form he takes.]

So... I'm okay.
tea_rs: (Faced with heartless teasing)

[personal profile] tea_rs 2017-09-10 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[That finally gets her looking up again, her movement jerky in her surprise.]

He is...? But how?
tea_rs: (A tear)

[personal profile] tea_rs 2017-09-12 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
...Oh...

[Somehow... that answer doesn't quite seem to satisfy her. But she's also loathe to imagine having to live without her Master in any context, so...]

...I'm glad, at least. That... you're okay.

[She wouldn't, couldn't be. The thought of living without her Master is so wholly unwelcome, she can hardly even conceive of it.]