[ r7 ] honeymoon suite

[marriagebroker]

Welcome to the Honeymoon Suite! After being matched at the Truth Booth and evening arrives, a car will come to pick up the lucky match and bring them to another side of the estate. It's a bit far from the main estate though if you really want to walk, you can.

It's a beautiful more modern house on the edge of a lake. There are eight bedrooms with lush, modern beds and bedding. A kitchen and private chef waiting for their orders. So many books and video games and all sorts of things to entertain themselves with! They can go swimming in the lake, or lounge on the patio, or anything they want. This is the life of luxury!

They can also just take the car back to the main estate if they want too. Because yeah, your friends are still all over at the other house.

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[hexensabbat]

[It's so cute. The way that Furina moves closer... Ringo smiles, and finds that it makes it all the easier to lightly drape her arm over Furina's waist.]

I don't really know you as Fontaine's former number one star, so. No worries about shattering any illusions!

[Ringo knows Furina as... the woman who made her think about music, the woman who taught her to dance--both on the dance floor and in private--and the woman who makes her heart flutter in her chest, even if it's not real.]

But I do want to know about your life then... and your life now... the things you like and don't like, and the things that make your heart skip a beat in your chest. And... I'm really happy to share those things with you too.

[And beat, and she smiles, gently rueful amusement.]

But we're kind of on opposite ends of the spectrum with how much we've got to tell, right?

[Ringo's two months, and Furina's five hundred years.]

[enscene]

My life...right...

[Still carefully, because even without cameras that could disseminate this information to the general public, Furina feels a strange wall when navigating this history.

Furina closes her eyes. For a moment, she wonders if she could pretend to doze off and maybe really fall asleep here, taking a nap instead. Eyes still shut, she eventually speaks a few more soft murmurs.]

It might come as quite the surprise to learn the distance between us might be less substantial than you think. For most of my life that I can remember, I was playing my longest and last role, until the curtain finally fell on my performance.

[hexensabbat]

[It's quiet for a long moment, but Ringo isn't truly that bothered, letting her own eyes slide shut. She feels... like she's got time. Even if Furina doesn't want to talk about it tonight, there's always tomorrow. If not tomorrow, the next day. If not then, well... she'll figure it out, when the time comes that the show is over.

But right now, they have time.

But Furina speaks, and Ringo's lips curve into a smile at that display of willing trust as she listens.]

You... were playing a role.

[... Like the person Ringo saw when the ghosts thing was happening?]

... So you couldn't be yourself that whole time? ... For most of your life. But--that's... five hundred years, Furina.

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[enscene]

It's a long time, isn't it? So much that it almost stopped feeling like time. [Especially for a human, especially for something that was built to be mortal and not to withstand the strain and erosion of that long a life causes.

At her darkest, she'd doubted herself, but now, she knows that she would do it again. The people of Fontaine deserved to be absolved. But it had been...so...]

Just like any role, I walked away when the performance was over. I have nothing to do with godhood anymore, nor do I want to. And yet at some point, that person became inseparable from who I "really" am. So...Where do you suppose is best for me to begin?

[hexensabbat]

[Ringo, with all of two months of life under her belt, can't even begin to imagine five hundred years.

Aion has been around longer than that, but Ringo isn't Aion. She has no concept of that sort of time.

... Her brow furrows a little, and she reaches out, brushing her fingers gently against Furina's cheek.]

... Tell me things you want me to know. Tell me... whatever you've got on your chest, anything you've wanted to get off of it.

I like to think I'm a pretty good listener, you know? And--I want to know all of that.

[Since five hundred years of--what, "godhood"?--is too much to just go through from the beginning onwards.]

[enscene]

[Things that she wants her to know...things that she wants to get off her chest.

Furina takes a deep breath, physically able to feel herself rising and falling slightly tucked up to Ringo's side.]

Okay, then... Let me tell you about the Vision, which has only been in my possession for a short while. Though it's hard to believe, I was only a human with immortality. I had to pretend at having any power at all.

[So the abilities she possesses now are truly hers and earned by her, after everything was said and done. Furina sorts out the order in which to explain things in her head, absently touching at that glowing gem tucked into her outfit. Then she quietly begins.]

[hexensabbat]

[And Ringo listens intently, expression thoughtful. As expected, she's an active audience; her eyes widen at surprising parts, grins spread across her face at triumphant moments, and she frowns deeply when Furina is suffering in the story.

But even so--it's Furina's story, and she's committing every single last part of it she wants to share to memory, with all of the focus and devotion of an AI.

It's an incredible story, of course--but if anything, it just reaffirms what Ringo already know.

Furina is an incredible human being.]