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wooliefrand) wrote2015-09-30 02:57 pm
wooliefrand) wrote2015-09-30 02:57 pm
Charonquest
WHO: Lily
WHERE: Lily Barn
WHEN: Early Day 36, post ritual!
[alright nerds lets go get your emotional support shepherd]
WHERE: Lily Barn
WHEN: Early Day 36, post ritual!
[alright nerds lets go get your emotional support shepherd]
Re: final
Is it...would staying in here help...?
Re: final
No.
This was so something could be recovered, no matter how long I had to stay there.
But I'm not much good at fixing what's already damaged.
Re: final
[thunks his head against the door]
Have a little more faith in us than that. I know we took a while, but we got here as fast as we could. It's not like we were going to let a demon keep you.
Re: final
But neither did I wish to be mad when you found me.
Re: final
...I'm sorry it took so long.
Re: final
You found me. That's what matters, isn't it?
Re: final
Re: final
[a low sigh]
Please let me out. We can handle things from there.
Re: final
How? Just open the door?
Re: final
I can't do it myself.
Re: final
pushing open the door]
Re: final
there's a rush of feeling over him, when he turns the knob. faith, and reliance, and a deep warm sympathy. possessiveness, and a need to hold it back at all times, knowing that he and Lethe will go through different doors in the end and seal themselves away. worry over Lethe's circumstances and abilities, the mess he's making of himself, the implications of his restrictions, the nagging worry that no matter how much Lethe tries to make light of things and say he's handling it, Lethe's taking on more than he can chew, running out of time. a reaching hand; December snow in a green pasture; being a cat by his elbow as he reads; a knock at his doors. all of it variations on the same message: don't eat all that burden yourself. don't do it alone.
a strange sense of ease and partnership in hard situations, without the scrabbling, scratching negotiation of rough edges. it doesn't always apply, but sometimes, it's nice to just know someone's shoulder to shoulder with you, walking naturally in lockstep. maybe Lethe doesn't need to tell him everything for him to read between the lines. maybe he doesn't need to know everything to contrive help for him. maybe one can fuck the System while maintaining plausible deniability. it's a crazy prospect, but he's made for those. he's willing to walk that line.
the door opens.
he gets an impression of blinding silver spilling out from within, over him, through the halls, through the doors, through everything, clean and cold and implacable. and this is the additional truth he receives, in this moment, of what hid here to preserve itself:
if need be, it will kill for you, and if need be, it will die for you. someday, somewhere. but that's the least important part of it. because before then, it will know you and perceive you. it will never turn aside from you. it will plot for you. it will move what must be moved for you, whether what must be moved is molehill or mountain. it will bind you as long as that's what serves. it will let you go, when it's time to let go.
it is not omniscient, superhuman, or infallible. it has very little room for mercy, for pity, for softness; it was partially born that way, and partially shaped. but it is on your side, and it intimately understands duty and care, and for all of you, it is trying to widen its horizons.
the rush of it carries him out of the dark maze, on a sea of shining light.
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