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prismatica2020-03-09 01:19 pm
wingstosee) wrote in prismatica2020-03-09 01:19 pm
text; un: adversary
Oh. Hey there.
[ the voice that drifts through the communicators defies description. it is venus's voice, and it is not; like a young tenor, barrel-aged since the beginning of time and only just coming into its own. it sounds like fresh hookah and tastes like music. it's like static and honey, gently sifting out of electronic speakers. ]
This place... [ a sigh. ] It's beautiful, isn't it? A thousand thousands, living their own truths. It's flawed, and uncut, and cracked down the edges. It's the most beautiful, wonderful gem I've seen.
[ for a few seconds, the recording stays silent. all that remains is the background noise of lunatia: voices trickling up from the streets. the whirr of machinery and the hum of crystals. ]
There are hundreds of you, and I know so few. [ there's something ancient in her words. deep, old, sad. ] So while there's still time... Tell me. Remind me of your name. Let me see your face so I never forget it again.
[ an exhale, long and smooth. ]
And if you're hurting, or lonely, or you've forgotten too... Find me. I'm waiting. I'll always wait for you.
[ there's a soft laugh, barely audible - a fond exhalation more than anything voiced. ]
Until then, my darling.
[ the recording clicks off. ]
[ the voice that drifts through the communicators defies description. it is venus's voice, and it is not; like a young tenor, barrel-aged since the beginning of time and only just coming into its own. it sounds like fresh hookah and tastes like music. it's like static and honey, gently sifting out of electronic speakers. ]
This place... [ a sigh. ] It's beautiful, isn't it? A thousand thousands, living their own truths. It's flawed, and uncut, and cracked down the edges. It's the most beautiful, wonderful gem I've seen.
[ for a few seconds, the recording stays silent. all that remains is the background noise of lunatia: voices trickling up from the streets. the whirr of machinery and the hum of crystals. ]
There are hundreds of you, and I know so few. [ there's something ancient in her words. deep, old, sad. ] So while there's still time... Tell me. Remind me of your name. Let me see your face so I never forget it again.
[ an exhale, long and smooth. ]
And if you're hurting, or lonely, or you've forgotten too... Find me. I'm waiting. I'll always wait for you.
[ there's a soft laugh, barely audible - a fond exhalation more than anything voiced. ]
Until then, my darling.
[ the recording clicks off. ]
audio; un: animus
...Alright. Who is speaking, then?
no subject
[ it's not an answer to the question, of course. but it's something even more interesting. this being, in venus's skin and wearing her voice, remembers her - calls her by her given name. ]
I have many names. [ a statement of fact, not an attempt at evasion. ] Venus was... is... one. A name from long, long ago.
no subject
[ The familiarity isn't a surprise to her so much as the confidence; there's none of the nervous demeanor she's grown used to hearing, and it catches her off-guard. ]
How long?
no subject
[ for a moment, there is silence - save for a slight static, bleeding at the edge of the communicator. like a radio that isn't quite tuned right. ]
Days, for you. [ a soft, fond laugh - a gentle giggle. ] For me... years wouldn't be enough to describe it. Time holds so little meaning within the well.