[ in the background, he will hear it: the general chaos that is sedorum, from loud jeers taunting for a fight to beggars wailing for food or mercy, to merchants loudly cajoling any passers-by to stop a while, try their wares. either marta couldn't even wait til she was able to steal away to somewhere more private, away from the chaos... or there was no such place in sedorum. ]
I didn't see you with the group that came in, I. I hope that means you're in the other side.
[ there's something small in her voice. disappointment giving way to resignation and then relief. ]
Good. I hope you can rest.
[ it's a tall order to make, given who he is. given what they're all there for. but she hopes for it anyway, like somehow speaking it will encourage it into existence. ]
Call me back once you're settled, okay? I just want to know you're alright.
[ this time, the chaos of sedorum is muted. looks like she's found a room to duck into after all. ]
They're saying none of the messages are going through to the other side. I don't know if you've tried to reach me or — or anyone, I... I guess you won't even get this either.
[ she's quiet for a moment, reconsidering what she'd meant to say. ]
But just in case you do — don't worry. Okay? I'm fine.
[ the chaos is back. there is no day in sedorum, just endless night, and yet some hours marta swears the city gets more unruly than others. she watches the winding streets now, tucked away in a balcony that could barely fit two, let alone be strong enough to support the weight. and yet she leans against the railing anyway, her and her new friend this whiskey bottle.
in her other messages, she was measured, careful. now her voice is thick, tongue too big for her own mouth as she fires off words it sounds like she's been meaning to say for a while now. ]
Esto es tu culpa... ¿Cómo puedes hacerme extrañar lo que no tengo?
[ and this last part, she yells into the red lit night, uncaring who hears: ]
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[ in the background, he will hear it: the general chaos that is sedorum, from loud jeers taunting for a fight to beggars wailing for food or mercy, to merchants loudly cajoling any passers-by to stop a while, try their wares. either marta couldn't even wait til she was able to steal away to somewhere more private, away from the chaos... or there was no such place in sedorum. ]
I didn't see you with the group that came in, I. I hope that means you're in the other side.
[ there's something small in her voice. disappointment giving way to resignation and then relief. ]
Good. I hope you can rest.
[ it's a tall order to make, given who he is. given what they're all there for. but she hopes for it anyway, like somehow speaking it will encourage it into existence. ]
Call me back once you're settled, okay? I just want to know you're alright.
(2/3, some days later)
[ this time, the chaos of sedorum is muted. looks like she's found a room to duck into after all. ]
They're saying none of the messages are going through to the other side. I don't know if you've tried to reach me or — or anyone, I... I guess you won't even get this either.
[ she's quiet for a moment, reconsidering what she'd meant to say. ]
But just in case you do — don't worry. Okay? I'm fine.
(3/3, drunk edition)
[ the chaos is back. there is no day in sedorum, just endless night, and yet some hours marta swears the city gets more unruly than others. she watches the winding streets now, tucked away in a balcony that could barely fit two, let alone be strong enough to support the weight. and yet she leans against the railing anyway, her and her new friend this whiskey bottle.
in her other messages, she was measured, careful. now her voice is thick, tongue too big for her own mouth as she fires off words it sounds like she's been meaning to say for a while now. ]
Esto es tu culpa... ¿Cómo puedes hacerme extrañar lo que no tengo?
[ and this last part, she yells into the red lit night, uncaring who hears: ]
Huh!? Tú Darcy hijo de puta!!