[ She whirls around on her blanket, stirred from somewhere between slumber and sadness, and blearily looks from wall to wall. Try as she might, she can't pin down the source of the voice at all. Is she imagining things, now? Or dreaming, perhaps? But she doesn't usually have dreams so clear, or hear voices so vividly in her own ear...with one exception. Let us adorn your departure into freedom with a beautiful betrayal -- Milady's words, as well, rang true in her mind, so plainly that Haru could have mistaken them for her own thoughts.
The voice she hears right now...well, there can obviously be no misconception there. Even if it's accusing her, just as standoffish and prickly as she always remembered, it's just the voice she was looking for -- the one she refused to accept that she would never hear again. The one she had wanted to hear so badly that she would resort to something as implausible as a ritual in the middle of her bedroom...
And maybe because it's so implausible, she finds herself doubting this voice, even if she wants to believe that she really isn't alone, and that Avenger truly is here. There's a part of her that's cautious, careful not to get her hopes up very far, dreading the drop, and the moment that she stirs to find that she was indeed asleep.
Be that as it may... ]
Jeanne? [ She starts, quietly; nothing like the loud, shrill voice that's made its way into her head. She doesn't know where to look at all. ] Are...are you really here?
[ And if she is, why can't she see her? Is this how that ritual works, after all? Or...did she mess something up, somehow? Perish the thought-- ]
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[ She whirls around on her blanket, stirred from somewhere between slumber and sadness, and blearily looks from wall to wall. Try as she might, she can't pin down the source of the voice at all. Is she imagining things, now? Or dreaming, perhaps? But she doesn't usually have dreams so clear, or hear voices so vividly in her own ear...with one exception. Let us adorn your departure into freedom with a beautiful betrayal -- Milady's words, as well, rang true in her mind, so plainly that Haru could have mistaken them for her own thoughts.
The voice she hears right now...well, there can obviously be no misconception there. Even if it's accusing her, just as standoffish and prickly as she always remembered, it's just the voice she was looking for -- the one she refused to accept that she would never hear again. The one she had wanted to hear so badly that she would resort to something as implausible as a ritual in the middle of her bedroom...
And maybe because it's so implausible, she finds herself doubting this voice, even if she wants to believe that she really isn't alone, and that Avenger truly is here. There's a part of her that's cautious, careful not to get her hopes up very far, dreading the drop, and the moment that she stirs to find that she was indeed asleep.
Be that as it may... ]
Jeanne? [ She starts, quietly; nothing like the loud, shrill voice that's made its way into her head. She doesn't know where to look at all. ] Are...are you really here?
[ And if she is, why can't she see her? Is this how that ritual works, after all? Or...did she mess something up, somehow? Perish the thought-- ]