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“Yeah! Lemme have a kick at it!” The woman tries to crawl over the counter, scattering plates and mugs, though remarkably, nothing shattered. By the time she reached the other side, Silas was able to walk around the counter and meet her. Together they inched towards the concluding operation, peeking over the chairs to watch the plant wiggle.
At mention of the Tall Tail Inn, the couple lights up. “We were there on New Year’s! It was the first place that let us in!” “The bartender kept giving us free drinks!” “I carved his name on the wall with a knife!” “After I wrote hers! I did it first! Cut it extra deep to make it last” “It’ll be there forever, darling, they’d need to replace the wall to get our names out!” The two of them giggle to themselves, fondly regarding the memory. If today was their one month anniversary, they were together for just over a week then. They walk away together, holding hands as they look for food. Halcyon: Mako seems oddly content given his recent behavior around some of the guests. Most of his attention has gone to tracking Rosalie and Silas' energetic movements, and it seems to have consoled him plenty. Despite the presence of Guillaumine so close, it seems the couple has taken him away from his fears and uncertainties of the other guests.
Rosalie and Silas both ponder over Halcyon’s words about “not accepting reality.” Before Rosalie can open her mouth, the oracle continues. When Halcyon mentions their love, they both blush, something they've yet to do when interacting with the seer. Their hands crawl towards each other, wiggling their fingers to interlock as they star at the oracle. When Halcyon speaks of those that tried to keep them apart, the two nod slowly, awestruck by her reading. No marriage is easy or without challenges. After their bubbly reaction to seeing the card itself, they turn their attention to the illusion. They whisper among themselves how their baby will be much cuter. Hearing Halcyon’s interpretation, Rosalie casts a look to Silas and speaks with the utmost confidence. “That’s because no two like us’ve gotten married before, plain and simple!” Halcyon’s words, perhaps coupled with the scene of the elemental-figures marriage and devotion, brings tears to both of their eyes. Rosalie sniffles to herself before the two of them erupt into applause. They rise to their feet and nearly tackle the oracle as they hug her. “We’ll never forget this, Mademoiselle Oracle!” “ You’re incredible, the realest, most wonderful, Miss Oracle!” “Never, ever, ever change!” “You aren’t allowed to, you hear?!” The two let go of her, and look to each other with watery eyes. They seem to have found a genuine, reassuring happiness Halcyon's words. Both of their knuckles whiten as they grip of the other’s hand. Rosalie lets go of Silas, face turning in surprise. “Silas! Our address! Give it to her!”
“To the future!” As they place their hands on the deck, they look to each other, giggling giddily. They try to keep themselves still as Halcyon enters her trance, though they swing and sway with delight, faces carved in a seemingly permanent smile. Others seem to eye the spectacle, most watching between the lulls within their conversations or out of the corner of their eyes. No one approaches, and the only crowd close enough to eavesdrop is composed of Augustine, Gill, and Verrill. As the cards are drawn, the pair stare at the pictures with wonder. When each card is revealed, they both gasp, and speak the titles under their breathe. When the illusions are formed, Silas claps loud and quickly, Rosalie shrieks in excitement, though covers her mouth to silence herself. “Look, honey! It’s us!” The two of them lean in to inspect closer. “We’re so small!” “We’re taking a beating!” He reacts as if he was watching a gladiatorial event, wincing at each blow. “Fight back, Little-Me!” Her arms wrap around her legs, like she herself was taking the attacks of the illusory goblins. “You can take ‘em! Cast a spell, dangit! C’mon! They’re even littler than you! Si-las! Si-Las! Si-Las!” At Halcyon’s question, the two of them sit upright, cross their arms, and look around at the crowd. “Foolish!? ‘Friv-less!?’ Who said that?” “We have all the 'frivs' we could ask for, who'd be saying these things!?” “We’re nobility today, they need to mind their manners!” “Yeah! Lord and lady! Honored guests!” The two lose any anger they had when they look upon the two cards they were asked to select between. They share a gasp, staring at one of the cards with disbelief. They quickly embrace while squealing with delight. Their voices are piercing: “MARRIAGE!” They turn back to the oracle, both extending an arm, the two of them alternate poking the card to select it. They seem to have instantly forgotten the meaning of the card's position, and its importance to the past rather than the future. “This one! This is our card!” “We’re going to get married! Mar~ried! Married!” “She’s the real deal! This proves it!” “Our new, bestest friend, Miss Oracle, sees our love so far in the future!” To Halcyon: The lovebirds seem to epitomize naive, young love. Their devotion to each other and general demeanor seems to be devoid of any of the skepticism, maturity, or even reality that a pair of their age with their backgrounds should have.
A small dynamic between them that you’ve noticed is that Rosalie tends to act first, and her actions and sentiments are usually reinforced or mirrored by Silas. More than anything, the two of them seem to wear their hearts on their sleeves, giving little to no attempt to quell an emotional response. Their exaggerated reactions are almost caricatures of real emotions. Between The Marriage and The Idiot, you feel your drawing was oddly prophetic and perhaps a bit on the nose for the pair.
Behind the Screen:
After being close, Rosalie recoils from Halcyon, trying to maintain a forced grin as she reacts. “N-Not invited? You must, um, must not be as good…” She looks to Silas, waiting for him to interfere.
Rosalie looks rather boastful when she answers Halcyon’s inquiry, grinning and covering the mouth of Silas as she speaks over him.. “We’re good friends of Augustus.” “Augustine,” he corrects, “we’re good friends, so he lets us call him Augustus.” “Best of pals, really. He personally invited us.” They both nod, convinced that their story is foolproof. Rosalie takes a step towards Halcyon. “We’d love to stop by, but, um, we’re so busy with plans and, um, business and balls and galas and such. ” "And how'd you get here? Walk the future-streets and see it to be what was to be?" For Halcyon: Most of what they state seems to be fabricated. The woman is a better liar than her partner, but you sense at least a partial truth or personal belief in her friendliness to the host.
After the host leaves the stage, two figures stand on the fringes of Halcyon’s view. Though foggy, their vivid, clashing colors identify them as the Durendale woman and Galatian man bidding on the Elixir of Love earlier. It is clear they stare at the oracle, and after much deliberation, they rush over towards her. The woman stomps towards Halcyon in loud, exaggerated movements. “Mademoiselle Oracle! You’re that Oracle! The future see-er!”
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