( she eyes the box, takes it from him with interest, turning it over in her hands. water seems to be rising fast — too fast for her liking, and she doesn’t like the look of it. it’s dark, seeming to indicate that something lurks underneath. but if whatever was in there didn’t kill them? well, they’d just drown. )
It’s an old fashioned one. Wind up. ( she murmurs, glancing up and then back at her partner. she wipes it on her shirt, closing the lid again and winding the back idly. )
What if it’s not the music? What if it’s the words? Music sets him free.( her voice is absent, clearly turning over the thought. holding the music box out to him, she nods at the latch. ) Open it?
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It’s an old fashioned one. Wind up. ( she murmurs, glancing up and then back at her partner. she wipes it on her shirt, closing the lid again and winding the back idly. )
What if it’s not the music? What if it’s the words? Music sets him free. ( her voice is absent, clearly turning over the thought. holding the music box out to him, she nods at the latch. ) Open it?