[ Bastien's circles stay steady, his attention total. He loves it when Byerly gets evocative—and it's a funny thing, funny-strange, to imagine his bright, loud, lively By growing up in a house that sounds as if by all rights it should have been haunted, playing with bones in the attic. But it's also not funny at all, strange or otherwise. Of course he'd make himself the opposite of where he came from. Or make a brave try, while failing to entirely erase streaks of darkness and chilliness and morbidity. ]
A hiding place. [ Quiet, like he's being told a bed time story, but he doesn't sound tired at all. ] Was there anywhere else you liked, once the attic was gone?
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Date: 2022-11-09 12:14 am (UTC)A hiding place. [ Quiet, like he's being told a bed time story, but he doesn't sound tired at all. ] Was there anywhere else you liked, once the attic was gone?