[ Abel doesn't realize it, but he's closed his eyes as he listens to Matt's 'voice' permeate his mind - as well as paint imagery in his mind's eye. this is a new experience for him, Communion, a much gentler, much kinder version of a mental communication than the sort he's used to.
the poetry flows not unlike the lick of seafom on white sand. is it because they were talking about the sea, before? he isn't sure, but it's what he's picturing now as he listens. ]
...I see... so you enjoy this sort of thing, do you? Do you have this piece memorized, Mr. Matt? Are you reciting something you've read with enough frequency and fondness you committed it to memory...?
[ amused. yes, he is amused-- but his feelings about the poem in particular are kept intentionally fuzzy beneath it.
the game isn't fun if he spoils his judgment on Matt's choice in poetry right off the bat, right? a man can be forgiven for wanting to upkeep a bit of mystery, surely. ]
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[ Abel doesn't realize it, but he's closed his eyes as he listens to Matt's 'voice' permeate his mind - as well as paint imagery in his mind's eye. this is a new experience for him, Communion, a much gentler, much kinder version of a mental communication than the sort he's used to.
the poetry flows not unlike the lick of seafom on white sand. is it because they were talking about the sea, before? he isn't sure, but it's what he's picturing now as he listens. ]
...I see... so you enjoy this sort of thing, do you? Do you have this piece memorized, Mr. Matt? Are you reciting something you've read with enough frequency and fondness you committed it to memory...?
[ amused. yes, he is amused-- but his feelings about the poem in particular are kept intentionally fuzzy beneath it.
the game isn't fun if he spoils his judgment on Matt's choice in poetry right off the bat, right? a man can be forgiven for wanting to upkeep a bit of mystery, surely. ]