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[devotedtothecore]

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[ sometime Day 57 ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ after this incident he eventually ends up in the Workshop... and stands still in the middle of it for a moment, blinking, as though not sure how he actually got there.

...eventually moves to the wall of sketches and sits down, back to the wall, bag dropped on the floor beside him. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes. ]

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[impenetrable]

[...]

[crouches down in front of him and waves a hand in front of his face]

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ nnnno reaction. though you might notice his slow breathing is very consciously so]

[ ...his hand looks pretty different from the last time you saw it. ]

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[impenetrable]

[...]

You got it fixed?

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[devotedtothecore]

...

[ dull, monotone. ]

A god did it.

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[impenetrable]

Eizon?

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[followthewind]

[peeks his head in—. . . ]

Chrys?

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ you can see his left profile sitting slumped back against the scribbled wall, head lowered.

doesn't say anything, just keeps looking at the space in front of him. ]

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[followthewind]

[frowns . . . heads in closer and crouches down next to him. He's quiet, debating just the right way to get his attention . . .

When he speaks next it's in Cephean, an almost perfect replication of the dialect spoken in Corehaven]

Chrysos, look at me.

Re: [ sometime Day 57 ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ ...he looks.

that's all he does. ]

[ Day 74, late evening ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ A LITTLE AFTER INVISIDENTATA MONGLING SHENANIGANS I GUESS having moved semi-zoned out Aerta back to Apartment C and the nice comfortable laying-down-ness a bed affords Chrys is just gonna

sit beside it, back against the wall

for a while...

... probably a long while. Just sitting quiet. Legs splayed out in front of him, arms flopped over his thighs. ]

Re: [ Day 74, late evening ]

[thevineintervention]

[ oh goodness this is getting less pleasant as the shock and werebrain ware off. opens her eyes again with a bit of a grumble ]

Re: [ Day 74, late evening ]

[devotedtothecore]

.....

[ looks over to... ]

Re: [ Day 74, late evening ]

[thevineintervention]

Well this is just entirely . . . missable, I think. Mm, entirely. . .

Re: [ Day 74, late evening ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ ...reaches up his good hand, the backs of his fingers press lightly against her cheek ]

...a life could do well enough without these kinds of experiences.

Day 8_(?), a late evening

[devotedtothecore]

[ it's been a while since the sun sank below the horizon, with only the artificial glow of electric lights in the hallways to hold back the dark. With the third floor windows finally restored, and the last, last bits of muck (and snake bodies) from the flood cleaned out.... it's almost comfortable again in the living areas of HQ, or as comfortable as it once was.

a quiet, uneventful nightfall, today. ]

Re: Day 8_(?), a late evening

[over_the_fop]

[It's probably why the young man took the leisure to stop by the windows, as he often did, to watch sunrises and sunsets. It really never got old for him, even after all of these days.

Still, it doesn't explain why he's still there, long after the afterglow of dusk has settled into the first stars, leaning against the glass.]

Re: Day 8_(?), a late evening

[devotedtothecore]

[ silent footsteps tread down the main corridor, pace slow, measured.

they pause only briefly as they reach the common area, the owner looking in the young man's direction. ]

Re: Day 8_(?), a late evening

[over_the_fop]

[It really isn't until Chrysos gets a few paces away that he looks up, the reflection in the glass breaking his distraction.]

Ah, Chrysos. It has been some passage of time, hasn't it? How fares the water filtration plans?

Re: Day 8_(?), a late evening

[devotedtothecore]

[ the reflection stops at that distance, eyes on him. ]

...

Would you come?

[ head tilting slightly to one side. ]

I would show you.

[ Day ????, ???? ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ somewhere far, far away...



he's aware, for some definitions of the word, of something like a flowing coolness, enveloping, echoes of voices in his ears unfamiliar and familiar, the words indistinguishable.

Floating for some while, now, though when he tries to measure it against the ticking clock within him(self?) it slips away with the stream.

Shifting forms and shapes solidify into clearer images, from time to time, before fading away and sinking back into the aether.

He reaches out (with a hand?) for one of them, eventually. ]

Re: [ Day ????, ???? ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ --a summer's day and bare feet on warm tiles raised far above the passing wagons, one small hand in another, pulling assurance, he turns to red hair and a blinking wavering eye--

--look, the nest, over there--

--and leads on, for he knows and is sure and will lead the other and won't let go and it will be okay--

--they are young and the sky over home and city is a brilliant blue--- ]

Re: [ Day ????, ???? ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ ....it slips through his grasp and passes on in the flow. ]


[ brother.

there was a brother, yes. Once. ]


[ his. ]

Re: [ Day ????, ???? ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ he reaches out again. ]

Re: [ Day ????, ???? ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ --what have you done--?

---look, it's your competition~ they can't make it to the next round like this, can they?--

--blood everywhere dyeing and dying and dead the tang filling nostrils sick to his gut as knees give way and splash into blood and he stares, and stares, at the smiling face and vines twisting over him gentle as caress--

--it would come to this eventually, you know, I've only sped things along--

--the words won't come---

--shh, shh, my beloved. Everything is fine now--- ]