Call with Autumn & Lucille

RINGING...


> It feels just awful.
> You huff, leaning back in your seat. The buzz of the computers rings terribly in your ears.

[SUN]: Mmh..
[SUN]: Yawn...

> You're so, terribly sleepy.

[SUN]: Mm-mm.. just sleepy again is all..

> You stretch, your bones creaking. Your skin is paler today than it was yesterday. That's okay.

[SUN]: No.. never liked coffee... mhh..

> Your eyelids fluttered. For a moment, you saw a tall figure beyond the trees. That's okay. You're safe inside. Warm. Comfortable.

[SUN]: Today is a special day.. I'm too sleepy, though..

[SUN]: It's Lucy's birthday.. she says, if I'm awake, she'll take me to a special place today.

> You smile softly, looking over to the fireplace. There's a large portrait of her sitting just above the mantle, two white candles on either side.

[SUN]: I hope I can stay awake for it.

[SUN]: Maybe...
[SUN]: It's just a few more hours..

> You tap your fingers against the windowsill. There's a red azalea in a small jar right by your hand.

[SUN]: I hope the others get to come..
[SUN]: From how Lucy's described it, I'm sure everyone will love it there.. Moray, Acedia, Madison, everyone...

> You smile softly, staring into the setting sun. On a night like tonight, somehow, it seems darker than usual.

[SUN]: A place full of magic.. where I can reach my fullest potential, she said.. where we can flourish.

> You smile softly, fidgeting with them hem of your dress.

[SUN]: That's where I like to put flowers.. I returned a lot of them to the garden earlier today, but I wanted to keep this one here for whoever finds it someday.

> You think about it for a moment.

[SUN]: One of my earliest memories is Lucy giving me a red flower like this.. it made me so happy.


> And, speak of the devil. Right as the clock hits 15 before the hour, you hear her footsteps coming down the hall.

[????]: Autumnnn?~
[????]: Oh, my dear sweet Autumn, are you all dressed? It's okay if not, you know I'm more than fine with you being indecent in my presence-

> She opens the door and sees you. Her smile is, as typical, unnaturally wide. It's a beautiful sight. She's a beautiful sight.
> Lucille is wearing a beautiful white dress and a decorative belt. Her hair is down, and she is wearing a crown of blue and white azaleas.

> She walks up to you, smiling softly.

[????]: Just gorgeous... do you like your dress, Autumn?
[????]: I picked it out because I felt you'd love it.

[SUN]: I do.. I'm ready to go whenever you are, Lucy.

> She holds your chin between her index finger and thumb for a brief moment, her pointy blue nails gently indenting your skin.
> She chuckles softly, leaning in and sitting on your bed, her chest against yours.

[????]: You look so pretty...

> You think to yourself, that you are unworthy of such praise from your Lord. But that is okay. Whatever she deems correct, is.
> She leans in closer, her lips pressing to yours. Your eyes stay wide open as hers seem to shut with ease.
> The woman's tongue parts your lips, and you sit there as she, for the last time, makes you hers.

> You have always loved this.
> You simply don't know how to return the favor.


> As she pulls away, brushing your hair with her fingers, the two of you remain connected. Not only by the string of saliva between you, but a much deeper bond.
> Why couldn't God have just made the two of you the same person?


[????]: Are you ready to partake in my birthday gift, Autumn?

[SUN]: I am..



DIAL TONE.