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[So here's the setting--two cute lovebirds are having tea. It's a rare sunny day in London, and it's beautiful out in the familiar rose garden that, for whatever reason, is in front of the house in London instead of back in Rokkenjima. It's a dream, after all, rose gardens can wander where they like.]

[There's a little girl playing with a big fluffy white dog further out in the garden, but the two lovebirds are at the table with the tea service. It smells like Darjeeling and fresh scones.]

[As dreams go it's not that exciting of a set up. Actually, rather peaceful and relaxing in atmosphere.]

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[Lion is not one to complain about a relaxing dream, especially when hers rarely qualify for 'dream' in the first place. And maybe it is strange but a pleasant sort of strange. Reminders of home when it was peaceful are some of her favourite. Even better that she can have that tea with Will there like she wanted.

She inhales the scent of the tea and smiles. The roses and scones mix with it and the sunny breeze just makes it even nicer.] It feels like summer, when the smell of the roses made everything we ate outside taste a little sweeter. You can put rose petals in your tea to add flavour.

[Funnily enough, where Lion is completely relaxed, Will is more of the false relaxed. Monotony is fine, at least there's something to be doing, and there's nothing wrong with listening to Lion prattle on about... whatever it is rich people who own giant flower gardens go on about.

Really, the thing driving his nervous energy of tapping on his cup and staring out at nothing is more that he is relaxed. Being entirely relaxed is hardly ever A Thing, and the fact that it is currently A Thing is nerve-wracking. Especially that it still continues to be A Thing even when he's trying to make it not be A Thing and --ugh.]

I was always more of a coffee person. [And taking a quick glare at his tea to make sure there's no rose petals in it. There's a line and that's a little bit just short of passing it. Floating somewhere between pets making noise when he'd be preferring silence and Lion's ranting about the smell of pollen. Or something.

Wait, when did they get a dog?]

[And because ~~Dreams is a sadist~~ Will can't have nice things, there are rose petals in his cup. In Lion's as well. Everything smells sweet and fragrant. In the way of dreams the garden is both the one from Rokkenjima but also a different garden now, and the house is both the one in London and the main house from Rokkenjima, at the same time.]

[But it doesn't seem particularly odd in the dream, because the dream insists that this is normal and uncomplicated.]

[Everything really is pretty peaceful. The sun is warm, the breeze is gentle, the little girl's laughter is high and merry, and the big, fluffy white dog has left her to picking roses and come to sit at Will and Lion's feet.]

[The most serene of scenarios.]

[Should either of them take a sip of the petal-infused, fragrant darjeeling, they will taste the coppery, sharp flavor or blood. Should either of them attempt to eat one of the flaky, fresh-baked pastries, the flavor and consistency will be that of human flesh, the filling; squirming maggots.]

[In the distance someone is playing the piano, a soothing, sweet melody, like a lullaby. But one utterly unfamiliar to the two at the table.]

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Coffee is good with or after certain desserts. I'm not as fond of it plain, though. [A perfectly mundane conversation for a normal tea. And Lion isn't sure of where the dog came from but much like the lovely home, it isn't too hard to ignore any oddities.

She smiles at it over her teacup and listens to the song for a moment.] That sounds lovely. I'd like to learn that melody and play it myself. It's peaceful...

[But of course, peace is boring.

Because no one wants Lion to get sick on the dog, she has the luck of discovering the tea. The taste makes her sputter and she knows where she's tasted that, as would anyone who has bitten their tongue or lip. But really she must be mistaken because the smell is divine and not wrong like the taste, but it still leaves her staring at it.

Setting the cup down instantly and pushing it away.] Wh-What on earth...?! What a terrible prank to pull...! [As it definitely isn't really blood it's just...coppery, yeah.]

I only wish I had your inclination toward practicality. [Feel the sarcasm, Lion. It drips off like acid. For the most part he zones out the rest of what she's saying, staring down at the dog and trying to remember where it came from. It feels familiar, just like the roses and the house, but something keeps slipping away from getting any further than that. And just when he thinks he's tracked it down, Lion's spastic response comes out. And...

No, too late, it's gone.

There's a Look shot at her, silently demanding to know what she's babbling about, but it answers itself when he sips his own tea in irritation. But, contrast to Lion, it just gets a single eyetwitch. Pulling it away a second later to stare at the surface with something between apathy and irritation. And swallowing just as if it was still just normal tea. Slightly bitter normal tea.

More worrying than the tea is probably his lack of response to it. Continuing on as ever.] An elaborate prank. Probably took some effort to get it exact.

[Then setting the cup down as calmly as his words, picking out the petals one by one, like they're the things to blame.]

Not that much effort.

[It's Jessica's voice, part perky and part bored as she grabs a chair, spins it around and sits on it backwards, idly offering a scone to first Lion, then Will. She picks up the petals Will's picked out of his cup and drops them in Lion's.]

It's the roses that really took some doing.

[She sounds a little proud and exasperated as she points at the blooms around them.] You know, like Alice in Wonderland? Painting them red was a lot harder than in the book!

[And as if it's always been that way, the roses are red and instead of bees around them, flies buzz.]

Getting the right red was horribly hard. But George finally figured it out. Battler was the best match. There was some left over, if you wanted?

[She pushes forward a covered dish, removes the lid to reveal Battler's head and heart in a decorative display. The white dog stands, placing his paws on the table, and sniffs at it, suddenly taking the heart in his big jaws and bounding off with it.]

Awww and that was the best part!

[It really doesn't matter that Lion has the memories of the games tucked in her mind, what she has - or hasn't, in several senses - lived through. Maria's Halloween, Rosa's tea party, every gruesome death, Bernkastel's grand finale and those final moments where pain was torn betwen fangs and claws and a bullet in her chest, none of that actually matters from the pure, sudden horror that overtakes her. The only real thing those things have granted her is an ability to react instead of stunned terror.

Lion lets out a scream, short and sharp, pushing back from the table so fast that she topples over to the ground. Scrambling to raise her head, the world spins, the sound of flies buzzing loud enough to be heard over her sudden panicked breaths and pounding heart. Eyes wide and unfocused mix betrayal and confusion in equal amounts as she becomes paralysed staring at her sister.

Her sister. Jessica. The one they nicknamed 'tsundere' because of her incredibly soft, earnest heart.

'Heart.' Lion's stomach flips and she wretches, covering her mouth.

It can't be real. A nightmare. Some sick joke. Something but all she can cling to is a disgusting prank because this feeling is too real.

The trance only lasts a brief second. Lion can always, if anything, shout.] J-Jessica, this...this is some...!! [Speaking is hard without vomitting but she manages to force out her last trembling words.] No matter what sort of j-joke, how could you do that to Battler-kun?! Jessica...!!

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