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Lumikki frowned so maybe it was one sided, didn't make her feelings less. She felt his hand on her head. Was...he was he had just patted her on the head like a dog. Oh if they get out of this she was going to bite him again.

Her ears twitching involuntary as she stood there. It was an interesting experience to be stripped of her senses. Her brain making sounds up as she looked around the dark room. Her mouth opening and closing as if she was having a conversation with someone.

Head turning quickly to a direction, that scent it had been plaguing her since she first caught wind of it when the bird hugged her. Rushing forward bumping in to things she finally made her way to where the scent was strongest. Reaching out she felt the feathers.

Tilting her head to one side then the other she was amazed how soft they were. The amazement was short lived as she silently started to chew him out for ruining her illusions of a life. Why couldn't she stop thinking about his embrace.

His sudden movement made her tense, almost preparing for an attack; it only crossed her mind then, but what happened if Remi was like Merope? If he felt this world was better than their real one? Would he attack her for trying to destroy this place? Would that make them enemies? The thoughts swirled through her mind in a flurry of panic, her body still tense to brace for an impact.

When nothing came, when the only pressure she felt was strong arms around her and a head on hers, she relaxed. The tension eased from her body, making her practically melt against him. It felt like a life time since she had been hugged - really hugged, as her mercy-kill embrace with Sun didn't count - and with it came the desperate need to get this over with. To finish this world and return home, to her real friends, to Christof, everyone...with Aymet and the other sick students, alive and well.

That was what she wanted, and Remi's hug made the realization ache.

Amrita nodded when she felt her name being drawn on her back, her arms sliding around him to give him a squeezing hug in return, just before she put her hands on his chest to gently break free of it. His hug was too nice, too familiar; it made her want to break down and cry, but that was something that only happened once the stress was over. Not now, not yet. That wasn't to say she wanted to leave his side just yet though, in fact she was fairly desperate to keep tabs on a true ally, and so her hand slid down his arm, slightly clawed fingers finding and lacing through his.

They could get through this together, right? That was her plan now, at least. Except she hadn't the faintest idea of where to start, so she used her free hand to draw on his arm. She paused for two seconds between each traced word, to give him an opportunity to realize that is was, in fact, a word.

need-to-end-this-save-aymet-where-to-start?

Hopefully he would understand.

Julian frowned when she grabbed his hand and drew it back up to her face. What was she-
And then he felt the tears. She was crying, why was she crying? His thumb rubbed at her cheek, a frown on his face. He hated the thought of her crying, he didn't think he'd ever seen her do so, but just knowing she was, even if this wasn't really her, made his heart ache.
She shouldn't cry, she was too cheerful and happy for that.

She hadn't taken the hug well, but he couldn't stop himself from leaning forward and kissing her cheek where his thumb had just brushed. He drew back as quickly as he had kissed her, not wanting to linger in case that upset her more, but his hand stayed where she had put it.
He moved the other one away from her wrist as he kissed her, touching her hand again.

I-M-J-U-L-I-A-N... It felt horrible having to tell her who he was, but he knew she wouldn't know. Just another reminder that this wasn't really her. That she might even push him again or hit him or something for kissing her.

Suddenly she realized that the throne might be dirty too.
She had no idea why she Re-wet the cloth, stumbled over to the throne, and wiped it down but she did.

She was missing the memory flashes now.
She wanted them back... She was feeling very alone and small in the empty ('empty') dark where reality was starting to shred.

She wanted to see. To hear. to speak.

She wanted the memories to come back so that those things could happen in htem....
But when bidden, they did not come.

End, Kings.

Now THAT made sense. Thinking for a second he wondered how he could show her he understood. Reaching down, he grabbed a hand (which was not backwards?) to place it on his face. He nodded a a few times... hoping that was enough to show he got it. Remi released her hand a moment later.

The earlier words she wrote only blossomed another question in his mind. This one was filled with wonder, and a bit of dread. He knew what the dragon could do if he had his mind put to it...

Aymet, King?

Was that what she meant earlier by fall? Was Aymet... still out there? s**t.

After a pause, he continued and wrote something else too, so she would know who another was.

Thackery, King.

Thankfully she seemed to be better at this than he was.

Bored, lonely and tired of having lost all her senses, Millie wandered back over to the grooves. She used her little gem as a pick and ran it across the grooves.
Her own game to play to keep herself from growing insane. Clearly, trying to guess at what this stupid chair wanted was fruitless.

"What sound would this make?" She said so she could feel her vocal cords vibrating since she otherwise got nothing out of it.

Something like a washboard, but probably deeper.... or not since it was part of the floor.

Millie settled on the noise a bendy plastic straw made when you bent it because that was a nice noise. This only made her wish she had a plastic bendy straw so she could make an instrument out of it.

She wasn't sure what else to guess and injuring herself again wasn't a good idea if there was no guarantee that it would work.

Dread coursed through him at that nod, that subtle shift in her body letting him know his question was a reality.

s**t.

He had a feeling that there would be more here he knew, and would be forced to kill. Aymet was another of those few, another of the ones he cared for enough to call friend. What he had not taken in to consideration though, was that there was a chance another one of them was a King. He was a fool not to even test the idea. Maybe it was because there was only 7 kings, maybe that was why he thought his luck was for him. So few... so few and so far two of the kings he knew of were both friends, s**t. What of the other 5?

Whatever wore Aymets and Thackeries faces needed to be put down, there was no mistaking that. At least in this room... if they showed up, He would not need to look at their faces. They just needed to be entirely certain it was them before attacking. He was instantly grateful for his nose.

He acknowledged the apology with a nod, knowing that she too must be in pain at the idea. But she knew too this had to end. He lifted his shoulders in a mock-sigh, ears pinned back out of habit. Yes... it had to end.

I know.

If the last words were actually spoken, they would be nothing more than a whisper. As it was, evne the fluid motion of his finger against his arm would give some hint of his distaste, and general feelings, towards the idea.

stay safe.

Was the last words he scribbled on her arm, taking care to emphasize each letter, before he reluctantly let her go. She had become a lifeline almost in that brief conversation, he wanted to stay there and hide from the monsters that go bump in the night. Sightless eyes looking around, he knew that he couldn't. They needed to end things, he wanted to see what was pulling at him towards the center. It was no time left to hide, he needed to approach it.

How in Jack's name was she supposed to know this stupid thing's name?

Nevena lashed out with a foot, then would have shrieked with pain.

Worthless! She thought, not even caring that she was wasting her guess. Sigh, Nevena.