Imeeji Idol Productions ([personal profile] idolpro) wrote2020-12-18 11:55 pm
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??? Explora Session 3: 9AM PST/11AM CST/Noon EST Start

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THE GATES | THE COURTYARD | THE FOUNTAINS | THE GARDENS
irregular: (back away slowly)

Re: THE FOUNTAINS

[personal profile] irregular 2020-12-20 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[No pain no gain, right?

[It seems to be helping his scalded palms, though, so he grits his teeth and bears it until the marks on his hands have faded away. What were they saying: you shall be clean from your uncleanness? K is Catholic enough to know where that might be going.

[He removes his hands, he sits back and gazes into the pool.

[It's going to hurt: of course it is. But maybe he should risk it anyway.]
irregular: (oh god get it away from me)

Re: THE FOUNTAINS

[personal profile] irregular 2020-12-20 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's a good point.

[The counterpoint: C, stark-bollock-naked, cannonballing into one of the other fountains and spraying what K is now absolutely convinced is holy water absolutely everywhere.

[Does he really want to Be More C.]
irregular: (can't talk. thinking)

Re: THE FOUNTAINS

[personal profile] irregular 2020-12-20 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[True.

[He dips a hand back in the water and why is it always burns? Lifts it, watches the water plashing back into the pool. It would be almost pretty, if it wasn't so goddamn painful--

Go into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature. He that believeth and is baptized shall be saved, but...

[And that's about the point that K thinks, fuck it. He was baptized once, right? And he's still here. Might as well make sure it sticks...

[Except there are girls here, and he doesn't quite have C's confidence in his own nudey majesty.

[So, fuck it, he just goes in as he is.]
irregular: (don't look now i'm being antisocial)

Re: THE FOUNTAINS

[personal profile] irregular 2020-12-20 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[What indeed.

[K closes his eyes, the water washing over him. Maybe that's what he needs: that burning, that purging flame. It hurts, but it feels right. There's even something pure about it...

[But he knows, he remembers who he is. There's a part of him that's always known, even when he woke up for the first time with nothing to hold onto but an unfamiliar ceiling and a door he couldn't open. I'm me, he thinks, and somehow it's all he needs. He's never known his name, who his parents are, where he was born: it doesn't matter what this burns from him, because he knows who he is all the same. He's stubborn like that, and always has been.

[And he surfaces, his clothes dragging at his limbs.

[Praise the Lord, or something. Still K.]