[ there is no doubt that this is the recitation of something old and familiar to Matt; the ease with which it parts him, the sense of fondness behind it carries despite the sometimes flighty nature of this connection...
...Abel's eyes are closed as he cradles the Shard in his hands, picturing himself on the white sands of some vaguely familiar, entirely imaginary beach beside his wayward friend. pictures him with that silly drink in his hand; pictures the way Matt's eyes surely light up as he speaks these words that do, indeed, carry some kind of power. Abel does not understand magic. there is some kind of terrible irony in the fact that despite his chosen profession - he is not a man of much faith, either; still, he understands the power of prayer. the combination of the two... it's really something else, isn't it?
he doesn't want to spoil the moment by speaking when Matt is done, still letting it wash over him as he contemplates the ebb and flow of seafoam, and prayers that transcend worlds, their differing realities.
...Horos really is amazing. this... really is amazing. ]
🙏 bless
...Abel's eyes are closed as he cradles the Shard in his hands, picturing himself on the white sands of some vaguely familiar, entirely imaginary beach beside his wayward friend. pictures him with that silly drink in his hand; pictures the way Matt's eyes surely light up as he speaks these words that do, indeed, carry some kind of power. Abel does not understand magic. there is some kind of terrible irony in the fact that despite his chosen profession - he is not a man of much faith, either; still, he understands the power of prayer. the combination of the two... it's really something else, isn't it?
he doesn't want to spoil the moment by speaking when Matt is done, still letting it wash over him as he contemplates the ebb and flow of seafoam, and prayers that transcend worlds, their differing realities.
...Horos really is amazing. this... really is amazing. ]