Who told you so, dilly dilly, Who told you so? ‘Twas my own heart, dilly dilly, That told me so.
ouch is one of the most intimate, romantic ways to be close to someone else. The Town knows this very well -- the Town wants everyone to be as close as possible.
Perhaps that's why this bonding is so...aggressive.
Because you're in for quite the shock on this otherwise peaceful day when you brush against the next person on your path.
Maybe you're going out of your way to touch people. Maybe you've got a terrible urge to just see what's lurking in someone's heart. Maybe you trip over a conveniently placed rock -- whatever the cause, you're getting an up close and personal look into someone else's heart.
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I haven't even begun to lecture you on how to treat your fiancee. [She has so much more she could say like maybe talk about her by name, maybe. And not referring to her as a noblewoman which sounds so much more like she's a thing and not a person.]
And you know you're just making yourself look more like a petty, small-minded, unhelpful, unpopular, friendless, touchy brat, right? [And so instead she'll set her hand on the door and not open it, attempting to read it with her psychometry. Besides, she kind of wants to know if it'll work if she's reading someone's heart-castle or if he'll block her instead.]
[It's the throne room, decorated with more of those large red banners, under which an empty throne sits. As a reflection of Berkut's heart, the image shifts under Shiho's power and the effect of her words on his psyche. The austerity of the room is suddenly filled with intense shame and anger as the door beneath Shiho's touch forms a memory.
Our own Lord Berkut, broken by a band of farmers and cowhands. Did you mean to drag your knights' honor through the dung whilst playing?
In this memory, Berkut kneels before the Emperor, near whom a man of faith stands. In sharp contrast to the Emperor's cold scrutiny, the man looks down upon Berkut with a disparaging smile. Neither provides even a modicum of warmth, only further tension. While the rest of the moment is a blur, Berkut's words sound clearly: Sire! You must give me one last chance!
Far above the shame and anger, a crippling fear of failure colors the memory with a trace of madness. It's with this emotion that the door closes the scene.
This being the realm created by his heart, Berkut naturally hears what Shiho hears, though the visuals are lost on him due to his lack of a similar power. As soon as his own voice fades, he steps toward Shiho with an aghast expression.]
[It's a lot to take in, especially because Shiho can see the shame and the desperation in that memory, the anger that would make you do things you cannot take back. Her expression is blank in that moment because she's looking at that and not at anything else, staring as if the door were not even there.
But she's had practice pretending that she hasn't done anything and so she blinks at him, eyebrows flattening to a frown as if she couldn't understand what she'd done. (After all, as far as she's concerned, she really hadn't done anything but look...?)]
What do you mean, what did I do? What did you do? This is your heart, isn't it?
Damn you . . . You think you can just waltz in and act as you please? I . . . !
[Gritting his teeth, he seethes. But that anger is more directed at himself than at Shiho, furious though her insolence makes him. His emotions warp the air around them in the hallway, when the kind voice of a woman cries out: My lord, please! You must try to calm down.
His breath catches. Perhaps not in the way it was intended, he stops himself from launching into an outburst.]
[Shiho knows that the best course of action when dealing with someone who is angry is to apologize.
But knowing and doing are two different things and she's frowning back at him even as the hallway warps. Does tranquilizing someone work in their own heart, she wonders ever so briefly when the woman speaks.
And just like that, he calms a little, leaving Shiho to stare.]
[A storm simmers beneath the surface of calm, just barely contained by those pleading words. He remembers that this hadn't been the case when they had actually been said, and he pushes the thought aside for the time being.
Squaring his shoulders, Berkut meets Shiho's stare with a glare.]
Her name is Rinea.
[Since Shiho gave him such a rough time of it before, it's obvious what he means despite his clipped tone. That was the voice of the woman he loves.
The air around them has gone silent, but it doesn't feel like they're alone. The mystical presence remains, ready to speak again at a moment's notice.]
[He opens his mouth to reply, only to shut it. Why wouldn't she be, he thinks. Since the day they met, Rinea has been a constant in his then upended life. Subsequently, her presence permeates the dilapidated castle in his heart.
Something brushes against his ankle. Stepping back, he looks down to see a single flower sprouting from the crack between the tiles.
A second flower blooms, followed by another. Around Shiho, the same phenomenon takes place, until flowers overtake the entire floor. With them, they usher in a warmth like a gentle spring breeze as Rinea's voice speaks once more: You are safe.
Then everything goes white, and they're back where they started in Chroma. Strangely, this development appears to have made Berkut uneasy.]
[Shiho had tensed the moment she felt something brushing her ankle, a scream halfway out of her mouth until she feels that soft breeze and it dies in a strangled noise, in a feeling of softness, of gentleness.
She feels almost safe in that moment before everything goes white and they're right back in the real world, castle gone. He's still a brat, but she isn't as unking as she'd like to pretend to be and while she can't completely keep that frown from her face, she turns to him.]
....Well. That was... weird. [Is he okay? Hopefully he's okay.]
[.........Why is she ever nice to anyone? It is sometimes just not worth the effort as she watches him walk away.]
.......As if I wanted to touch you at all in the first place. [And since he doesn't wait for a reply, she'll take the chance to stick her tongue out at him as he walks off.]
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ouch is one of the most intimate, romantic ways to be close to someone else. The Town knows this very well -- the Town wants everyone to be as close as possible.
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And you know you're just making yourself look more like a petty, small-minded, unhelpful, unpopular, friendless, touchy brat, right? [And so instead she'll set her hand on the door and not open it, attempting to read it with her psychometry. Besides, she kind of wants to know if it'll work if she's reading someone's heart-castle or if he'll block her instead.]
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Our own Lord Berkut, broken by a band of farmers and cowhands. Did you mean to drag your knights' honor through the dung whilst playing?
In this memory, Berkut kneels before the Emperor, near whom a man of faith stands. In sharp contrast to the Emperor's cold scrutiny, the man looks down upon Berkut with a disparaging smile. Neither provides even a modicum of warmth, only further tension. While the rest of the moment is a blur, Berkut's words sound clearly: Sire! You must give me one last chance!
Far above the shame and anger, a crippling fear of failure colors the memory with a trace of madness. It's with this emotion that the door closes the scene.
This being the realm created by his heart, Berkut naturally hears what Shiho hears, though the visuals are lost on him due to his lack of a similar power. As soon as his own voice fades, he steps toward Shiho with an aghast expression.]
You—what did you do!?
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But she's had practice pretending that she hasn't done anything and so she blinks at him, eyebrows flattening to a frown as if she couldn't understand what she'd done. (After all, as far as she's concerned, she really hadn't done anything but look...?)]
What do you mean, what did I do? What did you do? This is your heart, isn't it?
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[Gritting his teeth, he seethes. But that anger is more directed at himself than at Shiho, furious though her insolence makes him. His emotions warp the air around them in the hallway, when the kind voice of a woman cries out: My lord, please! You must try to calm down.
His breath catches. Perhaps not in the way it was intended, he stops himself from launching into an outburst.]
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But knowing and doing are two different things and she's frowning back at him even as the hallway warps. Does tranquilizing someone work in their own heart, she wonders ever so briefly when the woman speaks.
And just like that, he calms a little, leaving Shiho to stare.]
....Who was that?
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Squaring his shoulders, Berkut meets Shiho's stare with a glare.]
Her name is Rinea.
[Since Shiho gave him such a rough time of it before, it's obvious what he means despite his clipped tone. That was the voice of the woman he loves.
The air around them has gone silent, but it doesn't feel like they're alone. The mystical presence remains, ready to speak again at a moment's notice.]
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...Your "betrothed"?
[A shiver goes up her back though at the feeling that there's someone else here.]
.....I think she's still here. Or at least... something is still here. [And she's trying hard not to start thinking of it as some kind of ghost.]
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Something brushes against his ankle. Stepping back, he looks down to see a single flower sprouting from the crack between the tiles.
A second flower blooms, followed by another. Around Shiho, the same phenomenon takes place, until flowers overtake the entire floor. With them, they usher in a warmth like a gentle spring breeze as Rinea's voice speaks once more: You are safe.
Then everything goes white, and they're back where they started in Chroma. Strangely, this development appears to have made Berkut uneasy.]
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She feels almost safe in that moment before everything goes white and they're right back in the real world, castle gone. He's still a brat, but she isn't as unking as she'd like to pretend to be and while she can't completely keep that frown from her face, she turns to him.]
....Well. That was... weird. [Is he okay? Hopefully he's okay.]
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Whether he's okay or not is irrelevant. Berkut's face hardens once he's fully come back to himself. He levels a mild glare at Shiho.]
You are not to touch me again.
[Giving her a wide berth, he stride past without waiting for a reply.]
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.......As if I wanted to touch you at all in the first place. [And since he doesn't wait for a reply, she'll take the chance to stick her tongue out at him as he walks off.]