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[deathpainting]

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[megatheorem]

You never know, maybe I'm very difficult when I'm too curious.

Should I be looking over my shoulder?

[deathpainting]

It's more effective if you don't look over your shoulder. Make it easier for me.

I've enjoyed your curiosity so far. I want more of it.

[megatheorem]

Ah, so I should be letting you win. Counterintuitive at best.

Pitting my urge to know against my drive to give you what you want is also, for the record, unfair.

[deathpainting]

What do you want more? What do you want most?

[megatheorem]

Honestly? To give you what you want. But it's not really "giving" if all I'm doing is bothering you about your secret phrases.

[deathpainting]

You make it really hard to withhold things from you.

Popped my cherry. That's the other one I learned.

[megatheorem]

Oh, you could've kept it going. You'll have to practice holding out.

That one's not really applicable to the bubbles. And if it were anyone else, it wouldn't be charming.

[deathpainting]

I'll be careful. I don't want to be un-charming.

[megatheorem]

You'd have to try a lot harder to be un-charming, you know. I'm very charmed.

[deathpainting]

What happens after being charmed? Where you're from.

[megatheorem]

For me? Pining and writing a lifetime of letters. I think you and I have passed one of those pretty thoroughly, though.

[deathpainting]

A lifetime of letters...How long do necromancers live? Longer than others? Less than others?

[megatheorem]

Oh, no, nothing like that. I was just about eight when it started.

[.....alright,]

That said. I suppose I should admit sooner rather than later, while it's topical, that I've already died.

[deathpainting]

You died.

( a very uncomfortable tangle of feelings starts there, but easier to type than to speak at least. )

This place brought you back? Or something else did?

[megatheorem]

Technically, I was still a solid enough soul for them to yank out of my business back home. In that sense, I brought me back, but only from one borrowed body to another. But in the bodily sense, yes, they had to put me back together.

Sorry to drop this on you suddenly, but, you know.

[deathpainting]

Ah...It's like that. I think I understand.

I want to know everything I can. I appreciate you telling me.
You can tell me more. It doesn't have to be now.

But then... you had someone charming, back home? Who you wrote letters to?

[megatheorem]

You're sweet, as ever. I do want you to know, just when I see you next, hm? It feels kind of lacking like this.

And I did, sort of. She graciously turned me down, but we were still friends for a long time.

[deathpainting]

Would she give you another chance, if she found you here?

[megatheorem]

Hmm, no, probably not. She'd still be gracious about it, though.

[deathpainting]

What is she like? What do you like about her?

[megatheorem]

Well, she was clever and funny, and lived passionately. Even though we were younger than her, she never treated us like children. Camilla and I, that is, of course.

[deathpainting]

She sounds like a very admirable, spirited kind of person. I can imagine.

[megatheorem]

She was. Very chipper. And better than me at jokes.

Still, as you can also imagine, I don't really know what comes next, after charming. What do you think?

[deathpainting]

I think it depends on the intention. The purpose.
What you want out of that kind of...connection. What the feelings say.

I'm a little jealous. Since you were eight is a long time.

[megatheorem]

When I was younger it felt even longer.

I want to know what you think. About you and I. But do you think this is also one of those conversations we should have in person?