It's a ridiculous thing to think, but Lup is just that good. She weaves meaning into her work. Stories. She'd promised a song, and she'd delivered one, just for her. Lucretia sits and listens with her eyes closed, losing herself in it. Her favourite part is the small, reoccurring notes of the original melody. It's... reassuring. It's good to know that Lup still thinks that Lucretia still exists inside of who she is now.
When Lup stops, she opens her eyes, and only then does she realise her eyes are full. She blinks, and two tears roll down her cheeks.)
Oh, (she says with a soft sigh, plucking her glasses off so she can wipe her eyes.)
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It's a ridiculous thing to think, but Lup is just that good. She weaves meaning into her work. Stories. She'd promised a song, and she'd delivered one, just for her. Lucretia sits and listens with her eyes closed, losing herself in it. Her favourite part is the small, reoccurring notes of the original melody. It's... reassuring. It's good to know that Lup still thinks that Lucretia still exists inside of who she is now.
When Lup stops, she opens her eyes, and only then does she realise her eyes are full. She blinks, and two tears roll down her cheeks.)
Oh, (she says with a soft sigh, plucking her glasses off so she can wipe her eyes.)