[ Relena takes her place at a bench nearby that is a reasonable enough distance from Geralt to speak to him without invading his space. This place is quiet and the absence of others to fill these tables adds to the loneliness. This is a place Geralt created, she thinks, so either he is usually expectant of many guests (an option that she doubts) or this was a place that used to bustle with others somewhere in his memories. She has a feeling she'll never know the truth about it as she watches his face.
She accepts the lingering silence easily. Heero was not a talker. Their conversations were usually brief and she'd become comfortable in the quiet that tended to linger between them. She was happy to lay her head against his shoulder or hold his hand and appreciate their fleeting moments together. She was not particularly talkative herself when it came to conversations outside of the world of nobles or business. She just waits, anticipating whatever questions might come from him.
Her hands fold against her knees and she sits straight. ]
When they took me, the guard brought me to that place where we all arrived, by the well. The queen was there as well as that mage, Grigory. They had me kneel in front of the well and a 'volunteer' from the local citizens was brought in, too.
It seems that... they wanted to transfer my connection to this place over to that man. There was a spell, I think -- some magic Grigory was casting. First, it felt like static and then it was painful, for me and that volunteer. He suffered far worse than I did.
[ She pauses and her brow furrows as she touches her shoulders. ]
It was like something was trying to squirm its way out of his body. And, I guess something was doing just that. By the time they stopped performing the spell, he was writhing and twisting around and then light ripped him open and he was screaming. He ended up throwing himself into the well in a panic. I can only hope he drowned, as grim as that sounds.
[ There's a huff and a pause, then she shakes her head. ]
After that, I passed out from my own pain and then, Oliver found me and gave me some insight. I asked him to help us and then, well, we are where we are now.
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She accepts the lingering silence easily. Heero was not a talker. Their conversations were usually brief and she'd become comfortable in the quiet that tended to linger between them. She was happy to lay her head against his shoulder or hold his hand and appreciate their fleeting moments together. She was not particularly talkative herself when it came to conversations outside of the world of nobles or business. She just waits, anticipating whatever questions might come from him.
Her hands fold against her knees and she sits straight. ]
When they took me, the guard brought me to that place where we all arrived, by the well. The queen was there as well as that mage, Grigory. They had me kneel in front of the well and a 'volunteer' from the local citizens was brought in, too.
It seems that... they wanted to transfer my connection to this place over to that man. There was a spell, I think -- some magic Grigory was casting. First, it felt like static and then it was painful, for me and that volunteer. He suffered far worse than I did.
[ She pauses and her brow furrows as she touches her shoulders. ]
It was like something was trying to squirm its way out of his body. And, I guess something was doing just that. By the time they stopped performing the spell, he was writhing and twisting around and then light ripped him open and he was screaming. He ended up throwing himself into the well in a panic. I can only hope he drowned, as grim as that sounds.
[ There's a huff and a pause, then she shakes her head. ]
After that, I passed out from my own pain and then, Oliver found me and gave me some insight. I asked him to help us and then, well, we are where we are now.