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Date & Time: October 12
Location: Some VR room
Characters: Kevin and OPEN
Summary: When faced with war, genocide and - God help us - time travel, ~~flower power~~ gardening is clearly the answer!
Warnings: Virtual flowers?

[Kevin took some time to comprehend the true potential of VR rooms, but now he believes he has finally nailed it. The Twining manor’s garden seems like the perfect place to start. He has known it for almost a decade, and it is very unlikely that his memory would fail him at something as simple as that. The result is a very archetypal British garden: just the right amount of wildness and reason, of darkness and light, of shady groves and rolling lawns, still ponds and lavish flowerbeds. The scent is just right, and so are the birdsongs and the soft breeze. If one takes their shoes off, one might even feel the wet grass under one's feet, and the gentle memory of morning dew.

He has considered keeping the door for that very private place locked, but the dimness of the moon base and the general gloomy mood of his fellow Transports have coerced him into leaving it ajar. He contents himself with discreetly hiding behind a lavender bush, wearing gardening gloves he doesn’t need, to work on an herbal patch that doesn’t really exist.

Naturally, the house steward and ~~regent of the sun~~ has not forgotten the most important make-believe detail of this long-gone land. Let the naysayers see for themselves what a proper sunny day in England feels like. ]

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[But how can he express what Solomon is? How can he explain how he went against heaven rules...and drifted away from God, and yet...]

I owe him everything. H-he saved me.

[This is not something Kevin has managed to conciliate over the past three thousand years. Maybe he never will.

He holds Break's hand even tighter.]

He saved me, so please, do not make assumptions.

[Do not leave too.]

[ He feels a stab of pity: this poor innocent, hurt beyond all measure, who still cries out over the pain of his lost wing, insisting that the author of his distress "saved" him.

....although, in a way, Break could say that the Will of the Abyss "saved" him. She took his eye and destroyed his reason for living, in granting his wish; but she gave him a purpose, too. However, that is not the sort of "saving" Kevin needs or deserves. He is no murderer.

Even so, through his own carelessness, he has allowed his life to become entangled with Kevin's, to the point that cutting things off cleanly would be too cruel. He manages to laugh lightly, and pat Kevin's hand. ]

Dear me, don't get so upset. I'm only going because I know that the longer I spend here, the harder it will be to go back to the real world.

[Mister Break is an idiot. Kevin opens his mouth and closes it again, incapable of giving words or even a name to what he is feeling.

Human beings... are really exhausting. After a long moment of hesitation, he finally lets go of Break's hand.]

Is the air too fresh?

[He says that as an apology. He has put Mister Break through far more than necessary, hasn't he?]

That's right. It's all too good for the likes of me.

[ He suppresses a shiver, as Kevin lets go of him. He had begun to take it for granted: living in the divine radiance of an angel. It had warmed his soul, as the artificial sun here has been warming his skin. How much colder the world outside seems.

He flashes a grin. ]

That's a joke, by the way. We'll come here again sometime, you and me. I've enjoyed this very much.

[ A kind word and a little bit of hope will break the inevitable fall. Poor Kevin. ]

[He looks away, unable to pretend everything is fine. All his life, Kevin has lost what was most important to him: God, Solomon…He might even lose young master if he messes things up again. And in this place, this bizarre man has been his most important point of reference. When Break offers him his forced smile, what he feels is not the dwindling of a divine presence, but a far more mundane and equally painful brand of solitude The likes of him. If Break only knew who he is dealing with. But if he finds out, then Kevin will lose him for good. This way…this way there might be a slight chance.]

Yes. [He replies a little too soberly, raising to his feet. And then with far more determination:] Yes, we will.

[That is a promise. This angel will not give up on someone like him.]

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[ He feels obligated to pick up on Kevin's determined tone, because the alternative is unbearably sad. ]

We shall.... put together some supplies. Yes, that's what we'll do.

[ He's heading out towards the exit, yet amiably bumping shoulders with Kevin as he goes. It's familiar, but not flirtatious (in his mind, anyway). ]

Go get some tea — and cake~! We'll invite all sorts of people 'round and have a party, won't that be jolly?

[The tone is soothing, and Break's totally non-flirtatious ways might explain why Kevin has not started blushing at all, or smiling at the grass, for that matter.

Maybe. Maybe the fake sun is just a little too warm.]

...I-I am not sure if we can ever bake such an amount of cake. Especially if you are invited.

Why, a simple house steward who can't do that much isn't worth his salt~!

[ He disappears out the door.

...and then swings back inside and says in a loud stage whisper: ]

Don't worry~! Mister Gilbert will be delighted to help~!

[ Poof! He's gone.

...

(Kevin might find a clover chain draped over the doorknob) ]