[IC Inbox -- Snowblind]

[heavensreader]

Is it worki - oh. Ahem. This is Kesara Freamon. Please leave your message here and I will call back on you as soon as I can.







Wait, is it still - argh, how do I ma-

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[devoutish]

[Alfie doesn't laugh, but he does smile, just a little. He knots his fingers into the fabric of Fiona's sleeve, and whispers:]

Good girl, Kesara.

[heavensreader]

[She doesn't know if she did well. She doesn't know if he's smiling because he likes the story, because it was good, or because he wants her to be brave. All she can do is give a tiny nod, a little jerking. Her mouth trembles as she smiles back, until she has to bite her lip to stop it.]

I could - I could tell another one - maybe if you listened to me, you wouldn't sleep - ?

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[Dying is inevitable now. He knows it. But the fighting instinct in him still wants to live for as long as he can - despite the terrible pain, despite the inevitable end.]