>>5223227We're already locked.>>5222565>>5222566>>5222774>>5222934>>5223227You lower closer and closer to Edwin’s form, fawning over his features—his soft expression, his strong features, his creased brown. You sigh, a happy sigh of fond remembrance, remembering his lips pressed to yours, his loving gaze.
No, this isn’t enough. You need to SEE him, to SPEAK with him… Maybe to have a bit of sex with him.
You delve into his mindscape, entering his private dreams.
In his dreams, Edwin is before the Endless Fountain—that Initiates’ Village monument which you and your Degenerates destroyed. You wince at the vista—it can’t possible bode well for your talk—but you are pleased that he is seated alone This was where you first encountered Paula, after all… But, glancing around, you see no sign of any such dream avatar. You briefly consider occupying her role yourself—of soiling Edwin’s impression of her subconsciously with a foul dream…
But no. it’s a personal point of pride for you that you haven’t yet purged the man’s memories, or manipulated his emotions magically. You haven’t been petty, or vindictive, or abusive… At least, not to him. NEVER to him.
Instead, you approach gingerly, nervously. Your usual cool is broken. You realize that this entrie expedition is silly, frivolous, emotional, PAINFULLY feminine in a most steroetypcial and utterly MAMMALIAN way…
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…But you can’t help it. It’s EDWIN.
“It’s gone, isn’t it?”
You freeze at the words. Edwin hasn’t straightened his posture, hasn’t turned to face you, but he’s clearly… Sensed you? Heard your faltering, hesitating footfalls? Who can say what means he has sensed you by, in this realm of dreams?
“What iss?” you ask.
“The Endless Fountain… It’s gone, and with the elves in decline, they’ll never make us a new one. It’s just… A magical wonder, gone forever.”
“It iss,” you admit after a while, taking another step.
Edwin looks over his shoulder at you, not in anger but in sadness, and pats the seat next to him. You step forward, and join him by his side. It feels…
Good, you think?
“It’s not all that’s gone for good, is it?” he asks, smiling sadly.
…Oh, no.
