...I don't think anyone else would find it funny. Especially not you.
[She pauses, considering how much to tell Ortus.
He's seen enough of her lies, worked his way close enough to the heart of the story, to earn some truth freely given, as mortifying as exposing it still felt.
Sayo sighs, and he shoulders slump.]
"Furniture." That's what I called myself for a long time. In service to other people. Never seen, never heard, only there when needed. Part of the background.
This conversation has just... brushed up against enough memories for its mere mention in this context to be hysterically funny to me, apparently.
[Ah, Ortus thinks, and perhaps there is mercy in the universe after all, for he does not voice it. He observes her from his spot on the ground in silence, and then, with caution deliberation, pulls his hands from his sleeves so that he may ascend the ladder. He does not disembark it to alight on the roof when he reaches its apex, but merely clings to it, studiously avoiding a downward glance in favor of regarding her levelly with eyes that may as well be purest Drearburh black under starlight.]
I have also heard it said that laughter may be a salve for sorrow. [Nonjudgmental, but perhaps weighted with a certain understanding.] As a child, I would imagine myself a ball of tallow. Malleable, but inert, possessed of no higher feelings.
Perhaps I ought to have imagined myself as furniture. [He pauses, thinking, in evident seriousness.] If so, I should have liked to be a settee. A well-stuffed one.
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[She pauses, considering how much to tell Ortus.
He's seen enough of her lies, worked his way close enough to the heart of the story, to earn some truth freely given, as mortifying as exposing it still felt.
Sayo sighs, and he shoulders slump.]
"Furniture." That's what I called myself for a long time. In service to other people. Never seen, never heard, only there when needed. Part of the background.
This conversation has just... brushed up against enough memories for its mere mention in this context to be hysterically funny to me, apparently.
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I have also heard it said that laughter may be a salve for sorrow. [Nonjudgmental, but perhaps weighted with a certain understanding.] As a child, I would imagine myself a ball of tallow. Malleable, but inert, possessed of no higher feelings.
Perhaps I ought to have imagined myself as furniture. [He pauses, thinking, in evident seriousness.] If so, I should have liked to be a settee. A well-stuffed one.