No, it's nothing like that... it's just that the reason I like that place is also tied to a specific time of day. Although, I do find it tranquil and comforting regardless.
[thus far, at least, Olivine doesn't seem at all interested in fooling Sunday. Usually, that's his role to play, not the other person's...
There's an eerie sort of quiet that maintains on the walk. It's... fairly clear that this is not a place meant for such stillness—its wide halls are certainly more suited to the bustle of students between classrooms.]
Yes, something like it, at least. It's... [here he pauses, wondering how to say what he must without coming off like he's expecting or suggesting anything. In the end, he settles on simple, modest honesty.] ... desire, probably. The sort this resort seems apt to force on its captives. It shouldn't be anything to worry about, so long as you're not feeling weakened or dizzy—but if you do, please let me know right away.
[tiresome, the House. But there's another pause as Olivine comes to a stop before a simple, elegant door, matching many they've walked past.]
... I do hope that explanation doesn't make it seem like I have any intentions, given where we are now. I assure you, I would much rather discuss my interest directly than imply it.
[His smile is wan as the priest reaches to pull the door open, privately sort of wondering if this place will see fit to show his simple little room, or perhaps the large water gazing room he's so fond of... or the underground and its cold grey walls, with or without the swath of cultists and their blasphemy. Dream or illusion? Anything feels possible.]
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[thus far, at least, Olivine doesn't seem at all interested in fooling Sunday. Usually, that's his role to play, not the other person's...
There's an eerie sort of quiet that maintains on the walk. It's... fairly clear that this is not a place meant for such stillness—its wide halls are certainly more suited to the bustle of students between classrooms.]
Yes, something like it, at least. It's... [here he pauses, wondering how to say what he must without coming off like he's expecting or suggesting anything. In the end, he settles on simple, modest honesty.] ... desire, probably. The sort this resort seems apt to force on its captives. It shouldn't be anything to worry about, so long as you're not feeling weakened or dizzy—but if you do, please let me know right away.
[tiresome, the House. But there's another pause as Olivine comes to a stop before a simple, elegant door, matching many they've walked past.]
... I do hope that explanation doesn't make it seem like I have any intentions, given where we are now. I assure you, I would much rather discuss my interest directly than imply it.
[His smile is wan as the priest reaches to pull the door open, privately sort of wondering if this place will see fit to show his simple little room, or perhaps the large water gazing room he's so fond of... or the underground and its cold grey walls, with or without the swath of cultists and their blasphemy. Dream or illusion? Anything feels possible.]