[ there's a little chuckle and he lowers his voice like they're telling secrets at a sleepover: ] Neither do I.
[ truly what is anime. what is todomatsu's life.
anyway. he returns to normal after that, taking that in. waiting for the next story to start. just like she was in that memory, where she met with her friend, the glass armored knight. temenos is quiet, thoughtful. ]
You know, your highness... I have told many a story in my life. It is part of my duty. [ she may remember his little paper dolls from a few weeks back where he was telling tales to the little kids. ] And I confess, I have never thought of the idea that the story continues when the tale is told. Each time I do a paper play, it starts exactly the same, and ends exactly the same.
But yours.... your stories must build on each other, do they not? Between the stories themselves, and the moments in between. I can't help but wonder how an experience like this - like the one with your knight, too- may have shaped or changed you, too.
[A story that never changes is a notion that feels like a chokehold. Not his intention whatsoever, but her shoulders do hitch some.]
It depends. It's quite complicated and there's a lot I don't understand myself. But the power to change stories has almost always been in the hands of the ones writing them. Not the people in it. Even if we're living, we're bound by...well.
[She waggles her hand.]
I don't know if it all started because one person became aware of what they really were, or if the potential to act on our own has always been there? I knew things had gone wrong in my story, but until Cinderella met with me in the space between I didn't have any idea what I really was. Or how many times I've lived that story.
Which is a lot. [She nods, assertive but grim.] It's been told many times, and it hasn't been until now that I've had any real say in how it goes.
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[ truly what is anime. what is todomatsu's life.
anyway. he returns to normal after that, taking that in. waiting for the next story to start. just like she was in that memory, where she met with her friend, the glass armored knight. temenos is quiet, thoughtful. ]
You know, your highness... I have told many a story in my life. It is part of my duty. [ she may remember his little paper dolls from a few weeks back where he was telling tales to the little kids. ] And I confess, I have never thought of the idea that the story continues when the tale is told. Each time I do a paper play, it starts exactly the same, and ends exactly the same.
But yours.... your stories must build on each other, do they not? Between the stories themselves, and the moments in between. I can't help but wonder how an experience like this - like the one with your knight, too- may have shaped or changed you, too.
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It depends. It's quite complicated and there's a lot I don't understand myself. But the power to change stories has almost always been in the hands of the ones writing them. Not the people in it. Even if we're living, we're bound by...well.
[She waggles her hand.]
I don't know if it all started because one person became aware of what they really were, or if the potential to act on our own has always been there? I knew things had gone wrong in my story, but until Cinderella met with me in the space between I didn't have any idea what I really was. Or how many times I've lived that story.
Which is a lot. [She nods, assertive but grim.] It's been told many times, and it hasn't been until now that I've had any real say in how it goes.