side: heaven

[idolpro]

[ When you next open your eyes, you find yourself standing in a hallway of stained glass windows; the door behind you closes completely shut before disappearing, you in a corridor that leads to nowhere. You're stranded, here . . . wherever you are . . . ?

The light that reflects through the glass is a gentle one, and the whole place seems to glow, almost binding in illumination - it's been recently swept here, or otherwise recently polished so everything isn't so musty; still, there's a distinct feeling of heaviness in the air. One could almost mistake the feeling for reverence.

There's only one direction: forward, into the light. ]

Comments

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[constellationprize]

[ piping up, finally, after a short talk with eater, ]

Absinthe, can I see that?

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[innerdaemons]

Certainly! Though I'd like to keep my hands on it.

[ flips it open to the first page for her ]

1/2

[constellationprize]

Really? Why?

[ but she doesn't seem to mind much either way, going ahead and leaning in - then back again, a bit? - to read, without waiting for his answer - ]

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[constellationprize]

[ and then winces as the pain shoots through her, shrinking back from the book with a sharp whine, as if actually injured

but it's bearable enough for some reason she can't accurately place so after getting her bearings she approaches again, clutching what would've been her injured arm ]

U-Um... ... sorry...

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[innerdaemons]

You needn't apologize. I can understand it was also rather -- affecting, for your unitmate as well.

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[constellationprize]

[ brow a bit furrowed, flexing her fingers around her arm as she reads ]

I'm okay. I was just surprised, but I don't want to worry you or anything like that...

You can keep going.

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[innerdaemons]

[ he nods, and opens up the book a bit further to more easily keep flipping the pages for her to read. ]

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[constellationprize]

[ quietly, grimacing occasionally, she'll just carry on reading it as he flips through - until she reaches the end, apparent enough by the pensive expression her face seems to take on, rubbing at her arm ]

... Thank you...

You can take it back now. There's a lot for me to think about...