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[curseshit]

Drag the grooms out of their hiding places and get partying! Everyone is at the inn already!

BACHELOR PARTY!!!

[ mission: midnight drinking post. oh and the curse... ]

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[recurred]

I'm sorry. [sighs and rubs her head. that was rude]

This just. It's weird. This is weird. It's not just me, is it?

[rhymeswithdesign]

It's certainly weird, but it's certainly not just you.

[slides his hands into his pockets. thumbs lighter, but he's not that rude, he's not going to smoke up her house. even if this feels about as wrong as marrying sergei.]

When I saw Peg down at the inn last night, I swear for a moment I had no fucking clue who she was, and then, later, I had these dreams...

[grimaces at the floorboards.]

[recurred]

About places outside of here.

[saying it like she knows it too. rubs at her neck and gets up again]

[rhymeswithdesign]

Well outside, yeah.

[it was hot and everything smelled of sulfur and when he went back too far there was An Awful Thing and then the dream just ended in screaming and ditchwater.

side-eyes janet and for a moment he reaches for her but she's already standing up before he can either follow through on the impulse to comfort her or remind himself she doesn't want it.]

Nightmares, more like. Bloody awful.

[sits on his hands.]

[recurred]

[leans against the table instead]

It feels like something's missing. Something important.

[rhymeswithdesign]

Yeah.

[the more he looks at her the more he knows he doesn't want her, not like he wanted the black and white-haired woman in the less nightmarish parts of the nightmares, but he really also prays to irish jesus they weren't dreaming of the same places.]

I feel like there's something I've got to do. There's a pattern that keeps drawing itself on the backs of my eyelids, but I'm fucked if I've any idea what any of it means.

[recurred]

[sighs and rubs at her eyebrow]

I need a walk.

[worries lip and looks at him a moment before heading to the door]

You can stay here, but don't follow me. Please, Ernest. I need to sort this.

[rhymeswithdesign]

All right, love.

[lies back on her bed, where he feels he ought to remember being before, and stares up at her ceiling.

oh wait.]

Hang about.

[rolls over, carefully snags crossbow, crosses to janet and holds it out to her.]

Be careful. Don't shoot my fiance if you run into him, though Craig's still fair game.

[recurred]

[raises eyebrows and smiles a little before taking it]

I'll keep that in mind.