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"Arthur Inkwell here.
I've no earthly idea how this thing is supposed to work, but leave me a message if you're so inclined. I'll retrieve it at some point or another!"

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[velluminous]

[ time will tell, Arthur. ]

Difficult to go wrong with chocolate. I will take some home.

[inklongdry]

So I've been told.

I can prepare a plate for you, if you like.

[velluminous]

[ her reply is very soft: ] Please.

[inklongdry]

Of course.

[ He moves pat her to rummage around in the cabinets for a plate. ]

... You're welcome to stay longer, of course. I could put some tea on.

[velluminous]

I could have tea.

[inklongdry]

[ A smile. He sets the plate on the table, motioning for her to have a seat. ]

I'll put the kettle on, then. Have you a preference?

[velluminous]

[ she doesn't sit, but steps a little closer to him. something's changed between them, she thinks, even now.

quiet, hopeful note: ] Bergamot?

[inklongdry]

Certainly. You have good taste.

[ That's one of his favorites, actually. He turns to reach for another cupboard but stops short when she closes the distance between them. It's a small step, though something about it feels significant. ]

Sprezzatura?

[velluminous]

[ toss aside dignity, Sprezzatura. ]

Mister Inkwell... Would you hug me?

[inklongdry]

For your bingo card-?

[ do not be disappointed do not be disappointed do not--- ]

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[velluminous]

[ she fucked it up ]

[velluminous]

[ kind of, cracked, ] No.

[inklongdry]

[ No.

She scarce gets the word out in that broken tone of voice and he's right there, looping his arms around her to pull her close. ]

I'm sorry. It should not have mattered why you asked.

[velluminous]

[ ... presses her forehead so gently into his chest ]

I have not been smart, Mister Inkwell.

[inklongdry]

[ He lifts a hand, gently combing his fingers through her hair. ]

Do you... want to talk about it?

[velluminous]

[ VERY MUCH SHE DOES NOT WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT. shivering noticeably when he combs through her hair ]

Can't sleep.

[inklongdry]

[ That only makes him curl his arms tighter around her. ]

Is there anything I can do to help?

[velluminous]

Can you shut woman up inside my head?

[inklongdry]

Inside your--? You mean your "passenger"?

[velluminous]

[ what a benign term. passenger. ]

She is loud, since... that trial.

[inklongdry]

I see. Would that I knew best how to quiet her. I mentioned that I know a spell to help with sleep, but I do not know if that would help or hurt the situation.

You mentioned such things make you feel ill, anyroad.

[velluminous]

I have concerns induced sleep would push me too far down, and leave her open pathway to surface.

[inklongdry]

... And were I to cast it on her?

[velluminous]

[ then I'd be alone in here.

I mean. what?

pulling from the embrace to gaze up at him ]

You could do this?

[inklongdry]

I-- honestly, I don't know. 'Tis likely the spell as I know it now would only be effective on her would she rise to the fore, and there is always a risk that she would resist it.

But... should it work, and provide you a modicum of peace, I would be willing to try.