theairlock | and every broken heart will mend

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!round 2

and every broken heart will mend

[Not too long after the trial, a note found its way under everyone's doors, all of them written in the same neat handwriting that had been asking after a ring not that long ago.]

If any of you would prefer not to be left alone after all of that, I propose we meet in the dining hall. Nari has taken up cooking at the moment, and should anyone wish to talk I will be present regardless of whether or not the group at large should choose to join us.

-Ardyn

[True to his word, Ardyn was at a smaller table in the dining hall with an untouched cup of coffee in front of him; lost in thought leaning his head on one hand as the other turned a silver coin over between his fingers.]

[King in an empty hall, and savior of nothing. All that effort to prevent bloodshed, and it had come down to a situation designed to force their hand from the beginning.]

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[Sup intern the host is going to cuddle up with you k]

[There are several reasons she would never do this under typical circumstances (and they're all the several dozen mandatory work seminars she's had to attend since working for the network) but heck it. Typical circumstances stopped when the blood stared running.

She's just gonna lay her head on his shoulder and hesitantly lay a hand on top of his.]

[When she puts her head on his shoulder he shifts so he can wrap a leg around her back, putting his arms around her and resting his head on top of hers.]

...You got stuck with the hard job, girlie. I'm...sorry.

[But like fuck would he ever trade]

It's fine.

...No, it's not fine but I can deal with it. [She scoots closer to him, shifting to make this weird octo-noodle position more comfortable.] If we make it out of here in one piece, I think...this is grounds for putting in two weeks notice.