For a moment, he freezes, as though he did not expect for Luci to do that. And then there's a sound almost like a sob from him, his shape wavering even more than before as he grasps Luci's hands in turn, head bowed and shoulders tense. He slips into that warbling, birdlike speech again, words unintelligible but in a brief, desperate attempt the feelings behind them get through: despair, exhaustion, homesickness, heartache, and almost disbelieving gratitude for the kindness given to him. And there is another strange moment that doesn't feel quite real, and—
—he's gone. But in your hand remains a shard of crystal, or perhaps simply colored glass. It looks as though it was broken off from something.
The storm... stops. The whole landscape freezes, like a video paused, and then slowly fades away. When the darkness dispels, you find yourself back in the Macarenses Angle.
The broken-up tower still looms over you. On the left, the sky fades into oranges and reds, as though the sun is setting. On the right, it grows darker and darker on the horizon, until there is nothing but inky blue-blackness.
But... maybe it's just your imagination, but the tear in the sky looks a little less wide now.
reconcile emotionally with what and how much he just ate
reconcile physically with what and how much he just ate
so in fact he just needs to take a little while to collapse somewhere and wheeze and use every ounce of strength he has to keep everything down, holding onto the little shard like it's a lifeline
eventually he manages it after swallowing down the aborted attempts from his body to reject his meal—the smell of blood on his face and hands most certainly doesn't help and soon enough he's peeling off his jacket from under the cloak to wipe his hands and face with it.
eventually though, he's ready again to venture down the path of darkness, to the right, clutching the shard in his fist all the while. ]
a little paler, a hand coming up to wrap around his own side in a self-hug while the other goes up to his mouth, fingers lightly curled and pressed off-center on his lips ]
(Un)fortunately, you lose each other after you enter T H E V O I D! It seems like both of you have to make this particular journey alone. But maybe you could reunite once you're done?
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I will remember.
[ reaches out to take his hand with both of his. let's not think about the blood ]
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—he's gone. But in your hand remains a shard of crystal, or perhaps simply colored glass. It looks as though it was broken off from something.
The storm... stops. The whole landscape freezes, like a video paused, and then slowly fades away. When the darkness dispels, you find yourself back in the Macarenses Angle.
The broken-up tower still looms over you. On the left, the sky fades into oranges and reds, as though the sun is setting. On the right, it grows darker and darker on the horizon, until there is nothing but inky blue-blackness.
But... maybe it's just your imagination, but the tear in the sky looks a little less wide now.
Where do you go?
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taking a solid minute to:
so in fact he just needs to take a little while to collapse somewhere and wheeze and use every ounce of strength he has to keep everything down, holding onto the little shard like it's a lifeline
eventually he manages it after swallowing down the aborted attempts from his body to reject his meal—the smell of blood on his face and hands most certainly doesn't help and soon enough he's peeling off his jacket from under the cloak to wipe his hands and face with it.
eventually though, he's ready again to venture down the path of darkness, to the right, clutching the shard in his fist all the while. ]
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Lucifel?
[ there's blood on his own hands, some on his lips, but overall he's been a tidy eater! ]
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stares at him a little like
are you real or like a figment of my foodcannibalism-induced hallucination ]
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What a surprise, seeing you here. Are you another assistant of Levity's?
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[ examining him a little more, gaze falling to the blood on his hands before he turns his head away ]
. . . Is that yours?
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Levity's. At his request, if that is your concern.
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a little paler, a hand coming up to wrap around his own side in a self-hug while the other goes up to his mouth, fingers lightly curled and pressed off-center on his lips ]
. . . I can imagine.
Which direction did you come from?
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[ it's a bit of a pointed question. ]
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I have.
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Did you enjoy your meal, then?
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. . . I did what I could.
[ simply. ]
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[ . . . sigh ]
Did you receive one of these, as well?
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I do not seem to have a souvenir.
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—ah. I. I see.
[ with a knit to his brow, glancing to the lighter and darker skies ]
Then, where do you go next?
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Oh, I did not have anything concrete in mind. Did you want for company?
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[ p. points to the direction of the darkness ]
So, I thought of going that way. . .
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[ but he nods, and returns to going down that path, slowly to wait for absinthe to meet his pace ]
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(Un)fortunately, you lose each other after you enter T H E V O I D! It seems like both of you have to make this particular journey alone. But maybe you could reunite once you're done?