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Here is a Miniver. He's out of the infirmary, but one might say... not exactly looking spectacular.
He's sprawling more or less in a booth. Possibly he ended up here stopping to rest on his way to his room and forgot to move again. Or something.
There's a little enchanted model dragon skulking around the table and apparently trying to boil the glass of water a rat deposited on the table at some point, which is being ignored in favor of a book, which Miniver is sometimes reading, and sometimes staring off into space distractedly.
Come say hi to the recovering alcoholic.
He's sprawling more or less in a booth. Possibly he ended up here stopping to rest on his way to his room and forgot to move again. Or something.
There's a little enchanted model dragon skulking around the table and apparently trying to boil the glass of water a rat deposited on the table at some point, which is being ignored in favor of a book, which Miniver is sometimes reading, and sometimes staring off into space distractedly.
Come say hi to the recovering alcoholic.
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Roderick smiles as he points to the cover.
Canterbury Tales, of course!
And, if Miniver takes a look inside, he will see that it is a very old book.
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"Oh. Oh my gosh. This is amazing." He grins up at Roderick. "Thanks, man. Hey. Sit with me? How are your arms?"
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"Not bleeding anymore," he says, arms unbandaged and hidden under his black robe. "How're you feeling?"
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He pauses to take a sip of his tea, a moment to gather his thoughts.
"Speaking with you made me feel... better."
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"My sister and I were very, very sick. She far moreso than I -- she suffered from catalepsy. Have you heard of it?"
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He's read things.
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"I -- when I began to fall extremely ill and Madeline's fits began to get worse, I called upon an old friend of mine to visit in the hope that he would lift my spirits. During his stay, I was certain Madeline had finally passed on."
The steam coming off of the liquid seems to be burning his eyes, as they are beginning to tear.
"She had not, and I, without so much as a second thought, had placed her living in our family tomb. The day after, I knew something felt wrong. I could hear her, but I thought it was only my grief playing tricks on my mind."
He sighs, breath pushing the steam in all directions.
"She made her way out of the tomb, eventually, and came in search of me. When I saw her I was sure I was looking upon a ghost, but as I felt her throw herself upon me, I knew what I had done. It killed me. Just before it all went black, I heard cracking -- the house was shaking, and -- I found myself here."
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He knows this story.
He doesn't say so. But he knows it. It's beautiful. He wrote a poem about it once. He used to play that those stories were real. He was nine years old and took the book out of the library and was fascinated and terrified by what it held.
"Oh, man. That's... I'm sorry. Really, really sorry."
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"It's alright."
He'd like to think that she's finally passed on, but -- deep down inside, he knows something is very wrong.
Reaching for the napkin he brought with his tea, he dabs his eyes.
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"I never had any siblings," he says quietly. "I think it's better that way. I wouldn't have wanted them to go through what I did. You must have really loved her, huh?"
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"More than the earth loves the sun it so depends upon."
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"I hope not," he says, voice almost trembling. "As glad as I would be to see her again, I -- I'm not sure that would be the best thing. She's been haunting me since I got here, I -- no, no."
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He begins to shake, just a little.
"But -- thank you, Miniver. It is a comforting thought to know that I finally have someone I can turn to."
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"One dream left me so terrified I didn't leave my room for nearly two weeks."
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That's sad.
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He says that with a small, almost rueful smirk.
"It is of no matter, though."
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"Thank you, Miniver. You're a true friend."
Not like that jerk he invited over! That coward! He ran. He didn't even stop to sort through the rubble! Bastard!That was entirely the mun.(no subject)
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