[ Arguably a useless text, all in all, merely a statement of intention, but— proof of her place in his orbit, or rather his orbit around her. His endeavors are hers to at the very least be aware of. ]
[ Quickly, to the point that he stops in the middle of a hallway to tap out his response: ]
Of course not.
It may be an opportunity for a little business. I've seen staff coming and going, but if patterns hold, they'll grow tired of it before the month is out. Easy pickings.
[ Praise, as attentively given as always. Then, momentarily: ]
I'd like that.
I was actually hoping you'd help make a sign to mount outside: "THE HEX CLUB".
[ Hex, a play on her name — devotion, as thick as blood — on top of a reference to her knack for invention and construction, with her hand in the sign itself a mark of their shared lives. Something for them, for her, in the end. ]
[ A hex, a jinx, a curse. She resists her instinctive, destructive urge to reject the overture. To say, that’s a dumb name ‘cause she can’t recall the word ruinous in that moment.
Instead, she allows herself to sit with it. To be chosen and loved for all to see. ]
i like it ✨
[ another echo. i’d like that. i like it. i like you. ]
pick a colour 🎨 and i’ll go from there
[ There’ll be more than one, obviously, but the signature hue — she wants that to come from Silco. A piece of him, to match the piece of her. ]
[ As her text marks the end of a little pause, he lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. (Who else holds that kind of power over him?) ]
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✉️ text — un: silco.
I was thinking of taking it.
[ Arguably a useless text, all in all, merely a statement of intention, but— proof of her place in his orbit, or rather his orbit around her. His endeavors are hers to at the very least be aware of. ]
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ur not going anywhere
right
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Of course not.
It may be an opportunity for a little business. I've seen staff coming and going, but if patterns hold, they'll grow tired of it before the month is out. Easy pickings.
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done lazing around with the piggies huh
[ rich and foolish, topsiders of another kind. ]
what’s the idea
or is it a secret
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[ Implicit: no secrets, not from her. ]
There's a gap between the house's default state and the club below. A niche to be filled, if we play our cards right.
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uh huh
supply and demand or whatever
u want my help clearing the space?
[ of people, of things. she’s good at that.]
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[ Praise, as attentively given as always. Then, momentarily: ]
I'd like that.
I was actually hoping you'd help make a sign to mount outside: "THE HEX CLUB".
[ Hex, a play on her name — devotion, as thick as blood — on top of a reference to her knack for invention and construction, with her hand in the sign itself a mark of their shared lives. Something for them, for her, in the end. ]
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Instead, she allows herself to sit with it. To be chosen and loved for all to see. ]
i like it ✨
[ another echo. i’d like that. i like it. i like you. ]
pick a colour 🎨
and i’ll go from there
[ There’ll be more than one, obviously, but the signature hue — she wants that to come from Silco. A piece of him, to match the piece of her. ]
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Gold. Like a prize.
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now just make sure not to hire anyone u like too much huh
[ or else 🥰 ]
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And to think I'd meant to give you a key.
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obviously
🎀
🖤💙