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[chopoffyourhead]

[He takes the bowl of ice cream, setting it on his lap. It's the first time he seems a little nervous, too— almost as if he's afraid of being too honest.

But he lets out a sigh, closing his eyes.]

...I learned from Jamil that people forget their time here upon returning home.

[He gives a sniff, a shudder running through his body. He sets the ice cream on the nightstand for now, drawing his legs up onto the bed to wrap his arms around them.]

Just when I didn't think this city could get any crueler...

[lacecase]

Oh...

[She can't help herself. Once he gets himself into that stance she puts her own arms around him, pressing him in close--as if she can block out the whole rest of the world for him.]

I'm so sorry. It's not easy to think about--our memories are a part of us, after all, the good and the bad.

[chopoffyourhead]

[There's a pause from Riddle, before he slowly, tentatively leans into that hold.]

It's bad enough knowing any one of us could simply be... gone the next day. With our memories gone, too...

[He thinks of Idia, suddenly, and that perspective he shared in the ice cave. Why bother building the bonds when they were just as surely going to be snatched away?

He can understand it... but he can't accept it. Even if it's fleeting, he still wants to live. They live in the present, not the future.

... he's lived in the future for too long.]

It is what it is. [He gives a sigh.] ...I've done enough crying lately. I'm tired of it.

[lacecase]

[Ginger squeezes him lightly.]

But it's good to let your feelings out. It feels so much worse to...to bottle them up.

[She's being hypocritical in that aspect, she knows, but...she wouldn't want to give Riddle any kind of advice that could damage him. Wouldn't want to see him sliding down a path of self-inflicted loneliness.]

I just want you to know that your feelings are valid and important, okay? Being here...it can be really hard sometimes. Like, really painful, and cruel, like you said. Sometimes there's no helping wanting to cry. And if you ever need a shoulder to do that crying on, I've always got one free for you.

[chopoffyourhead]

[He listens to her quietly, gaze softening. His feelings are... valid and important. He's never heard that said in those words...

After a moment, he turns his face into her shoulder, relaxing.]

Thank you... that means a lot.

[lacecase]

Don't even think a thing about it.

[She knows how much better it feels to have someone you can talk to when everything seems impossible. As Riddle relaxes, Ginger rests her head on top of his.]

You know what I think? I don't think you can ever truly forget someone you've met before. I think they always stay with you in some way.

[chopoffyourhead]

[He closes his eyes, letting out a soft sigh.]

... it's a nice thought.

[And there's no harm in believing it, he supposes. They would never know either way, and... it's comforting.]

How long have you been here, Ginger? You've dealt with a lot of Submissives disappearing, right...?

[lacecase]

Mmm...around two years now, I think. Two and a half, maybe? It gets a little confusing, because I disappeared for awhile in the middle but I don't remember that happening at all.

[Just went to bed one night and the next thing she knew everything she'd built for herself before was gone. Idly stroking Riddle's shoulder with a thumb, she thinks about the different submissives she's had before Riddle.]

The first couple I had were with me for awhile. They wanted to be contracted together, so I signed them on at the same time. They did disappear, eventually, and so did the others that I had contracts with--most of them I never got the chance to really know very well, but I know I'll always be thankful for the opportunity to meet all of them. It would've never happened if it weren't for this city, after all.

[chopoffyourhead]

[He relaxes further into the warm, tender embrace and gentle touch. He gives a small smile.]

That's a very you thing to say.

[And then he blinks, shifting a bit in her arms to look over at her.]

Wait, you disappeared? And you came back and still remembered everything?

[lacecase]

Oh, yes. One day it was like, poof! Suddenly I was a new arrival again, except for me no time had passed at all. Just went to bed one night and woke up to...well, nothing.

[Her possessions, her friends, all gone.]

It was super confusing and kind of scary, but there were a couple people who remembered me and helped me pick myself back up again. Apparently it had been a couple of years since I vanished.

[chopoffyourhead]

Ginger...

[Riddle couldn't imagine that. It makes him sick to his stomach to imagine it. Yet you'd never know she'd went through such trauma by looking at her.

He turns, returning the embrace and hugging her snugly... ... even if he is still a bit awkward about it with the, ah, boobs.]

[lacecase]

[When Riddle gives her a proper hug, Ginger all but scoops him up. Her heart feels so full.]

Aw, Riddle, you'll make me cry at this rate!

[This is a very boob-heavy hug, but they just don't have anywhere else to go!]

I hope you don't mind me saying so, but I really hope we have a lot of time to make memories together.

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[chopoffyourhead]

[Oh no he should have seen this coming—]

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[chopoffyourhead]

[—urk.]

A-ah... y..yeah...

[goodbye, cruel world]

[lacecase]

[Good night, sweet prince. Flights of bosoms sing thee to thy rest.

Ginger takes a deep breath and exhales as she releases him, hands on his shoulders to look him in his lovely face.]

Now, if you're not in the mood for ice cream, how about we go do something fun?

[chopoffyourhead]

[Give him a moment to reorient himself, his cheeks still very much pink.]

O-oh, uh...

[He looks over.]

I wouldn't mind the ice cream. Though... I wouldn't mind going to do something fun after, either.