mathis

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week 0; sunday

[undread]

[after the npc reveal, laudna can be found sitting out near the pyre on her own, with pâté, a dead rat with a bird skull sewn onto his head and bony bird wings, fluttering nearby. she has her long hair hanging down over her face and she's clearly talking to herself outloud.]

...Still nothing from you? How long are you going to give me the silent treatment? You're useless!

[cumulative]

U-um... are you... all right, Madame?

[he doesn't get too close, standing a short distance away with his hands clutching at the fabric of his long shirtsleeves; there's more of an accent with "madame", vaguely french.]

I'm s-sorry for overhearing, but...

week 0; sunday

[undread]

[where is mathis on this fine sunday? laudna can be found lingering near the pyre a little after the execution, thoughtfully working on a little embroidery hoop.]

...And start again tomorrow, I suppose.

[cumulative]

It... sounds like it, yes.

[he also is lingering near the pyre, actually; he came here to sit and think a little, to just calm down after all of that.]

One of them said it isn't a certainty that the same thing will happen tomorrow, but...

[yeah. probably.]

week 1; monday

[undread]

[let's explore new locations while we also experience the wonders of affection week. laudna is at the clothing store, inspecting the invisible sewing machine and poking through the available options.]

With a little embroidery and some darts, this seems perfectly serviceable.

[cumulative]

Oh, do you... know much about working with clothing?

[he tilts his head curiously as he glances over; he's been looking through the options as well, because if nothing else, he definitely needs nightclothes that aren't the terrible cult robes they had at first.]

week 1; friday

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[well. this is bad.

laudna is out by the island, since that's where everyone was found. it's not as though they're likely to find new clues out here, but it feels strange to just not acknowledge it.]

...How many were tempted by prizes, I wonder.

[cumulative]

I-it's difficult to say... I don't think anyone would have said so, if they were.

[but he's absolutely been worried about that.]

w1 saturday

[cumulative]

[how are the vibes? pretty good it doesn't seem. next time you deny jan.

mathis is around, eyes still red, but wherever in the void he's sitting now-- he at least isn't currently crying.]

[undread]

[she'll come over and sit near him, a little tentative.]

...Are you suffering over her greatly?

week 2; monday

[undread]

[trips into a memory void. have your memory.]

[cumulative]

[oh, this one is-

it resonates in ways that leave him feeling unsettled at the familiarity of it. of recalling something only for it to seem wrong. of feeling something awful that still seems like your own, only realizing it after.

his head hurts, a little, one hand resting at his temple when he comes back to himself.]

Lau.... Laudna...?

[that was-- a trip. but since it was the last thing, those last words still stick in his head, and his brow furrows a little.]

...she couldn't have really...

week 2; thursday

[undread]

[she'll come find mathis later, once he's been swamped. where might she find him recuperating?]

[cumulative]

[he's in the church for a little while, probably. he has also been swamped-- where he was burned is now scarred black, with a red pulse beneath. like there's still something there, eating at him. that's fun! that covers both feet, which is probably why he's sitting.

one hand is pressed loosely to his chest.]

Laudna...?

week 2; friday

[undread]

[well. i don't have much to say about this one. this is rough. i think laudna is hanging out by the pyre, doing her embroidery, crying nasty looking black goopy tears silently to herself.]

[cumulative]

[he's doing the same-- though with less goop. plenty of regular tears, though, even if he's short one eye to cry them with.

it's easier not to go far, so despite this being sort of public, he's stayed, taking a seat next to her with a hastily muffled sniffle.]

w2 sunday

[cumulative]

[hi! happy sunday. this has been such a ffffucking weekend, we're in the void but mathis is sitting somewhere quiet afterward.]

[undread]

[happy sunday, mathis. she's a little while after execution, looking a bit drawn and unhappy. but she'll approach him.]

Mathis. How are you faring?

week 3; monday

[undread]

[mathis, hello, happy monday. let's say we're in the library? laudna will walk right up to him with a frown on her face.]

...I have to tell you something.

[cumulative]

You do-? Go ahead.

[confident mathis is still throwing me off every time. god.]

w3 friday

[cumulative]

[oof. big oof.

confidence isn't making this one any easier, that's for sure; mathis is in the church, tonight, sitting here with his books, though he isn't quite managing to read.

there's a new resident in here, also. an orchid, with 'rosalie' written on the pot it's planted in.]

[undread]

[she'll approach him in the church, coming to sit near him if he'll allow.]

...Mathis. How are you feeling?

week 3; saturday

[undread]

[where is mathis. laudna is somewhere in the void, though she's in the village, she's not going back to the tree realm. she seems calm enough, despite everything.]

...Hello, Mathis.

[she found another culprit, someone she liked, and didn't go absolutely insane! that counts as a win.]

[cumulative]

...hello.

[a little subdued, despite confidence week.]

I feel like that went all right...

week 4; monday

[undread]

[let's check out the amusement park?

laudna's thought share is just manifesting right now as some little flowers around her head. she seems like she's in a good enough mood. though when one ride or another starts playing music and flashing lights, she startles a little.

So noisy! Why!]

What is this place meant to be...?

w4 sunday

[cumulative]

[just sets this a bit later so he's not still completely shut down

but wherever laudna finds him, he's just sitting there, his thoughts still empty enough that there's not really anything to pick up at the moment.]

[undread]

Hello, Mathis.

[she'll come and sit with him, wherever he is. her thoughts are quite quiet right now, too.]

w5 thursday

[cumulative]

Laudna-?

[hello after he hears there was a ROUND TWO OF RETURNS he's coming to check on her! what the fuck!

his vibes are so worried.]

[undread]

[she's been swamped but i don't know what that means yet so hang tight. anyway. she's recovering somewhere. her emotional state is just messy, complicated. more than anything, she's sad and lonely and feels a lot of ugly resentful feelings.

but she cheers up when mathis approaches.]

...You came to see me.

week 5; saturday

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[she's not hard to find; she's sitting on the steps of the haunted house working on some finishing touches of a doll. her emotions are cold. she feels a lot of grief, but there's a stubbornness, too. she doesn't feel guilt.

she is happy to see mathis, though.]

Hello, you. Are you alright?

[cumulative]

...I don't think any of us are.

[there's grief in his own emotions, with exhaustion and a tinge of frustration.]

Will you be?

week 6; monday

[undread]

[Mathis and Laudna are gathered together in the breakroom at the coffee shop where they both work. Mathis pretends not to cry, but Laudna notices him shedding tears, dripping them into the latte he's preparing.

"Tell me the truth, Mathis," Laudna says. "You're in love with him, aren't you?"

Mathis glances at the television, where world famous pop star Geto is performing with his band. It's an incredibly performance. But Mathis can see the flirty looks he's giving to his bandmate.

"He would never fall in love with a nobody like me," Mathis sighs softly.

"I could tell he loved you the moment he first worked into this coffee shop and ordered a Flat White," Laudna says. "Go to him. I'll cover our shift." ]

[cumulative]

[In this AU, probably a dramatic sequence ensues where he runs off to catch a flight to that very concert, leaving Laudna behind to cover the shift, swamped with customers but secure in the knowledge that she's helped enable the rom-commest of young loves. But when will it be her turn?

While taking a flurry of orders, a familiar voice speaks. One of their regulars, who stays and hangs around the coffee shop sometimes on her breaks from running the florist nearby.

"Can I get the usual... and your number?" Aerith asks--

....and in reality mathis yelps in surprise, a little flustered at this whole au memory. girl help.]

week 7; saturday

[undread]

[let's meet in the safety and comfort of jamba juice and get some celebratory smoothies. laudna is a bit banged up, but nothing too horrible. she's a d&d so she doesn't really mind.]

How are you feeling, Mathis?

[cumulative]

Oh, um... mostly tired, now, I think...? I feel as if I could sleep for a day after everything...

[getting himself a nice smoothie after all that. phew. he's already showered off.]