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aionchat2022-04-19 12:57 pm
semicharmed) wrote in aionchat2022-04-19 12:57 pm
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father abel | somewhere around april tdm time
[ Let's call it a few days since the selfie incident. Matt's been trying with mixed success to enter this world of psychic communion that their shards have given them access to. Mixed in both an emotional sense (he can't imagine any of his Kenoma kindred want him in their heads), and a procedural one (he's been trying to call up Abel for weeks without result).
Tonight seems to be different. Maybe it's the thinning of some veil, the dreams they've all begun to share. Maybe it's just practice. But this time, as Matt lies on his bed, focusing his mind with snatches of old poetry ...
Il est l’affection et le présent, puisqu’il a fait la maison ouverte
... he seems to make some progress. ]
Father Abel?
[ Tenuous, but there for the listening. If one's so inclined.
(Underneath Matt's psychic "voice," Abel may hear a faint duet: à l’hiver écumeux et à la rumeur de l’été.) ]
Tonight seems to be different. Maybe it's the thinning of some veil, the dreams they've all begun to share. Maybe it's just practice. But this time, as Matt lies on his bed, focusing his mind with snatches of old poetry ...
Il est l’affection et le présent, puisqu’il a fait la maison ouverte
... he seems to make some progress. ]
Father Abel?
[ Tenuous, but there for the listening. If one's so inclined.
(Underneath Matt's psychic "voice," Abel may hear a faint duet: à l’hiver écumeux et à la rumeur de l’été.) ]
no subject
[ as soon as he can feel the dissolution, the foggy haze beginning to fray around the edges - his chest, already uncomfortably tight in the face of those heartfelt words, tightens further with a brief stab of desperation. it's like they really are on that beach for a moment-- like Abel's gone and reached out for him, but all his fingers come away with are sand. too small, too granular to hold onto... and then, Matt's presence has simply vanished.
...
Abel's eyes finally unlid to stare at where he is gripping his Shard uncomfortably tight; there is a grimace at his lips as the last of the connection fades away. could he really mean it...? could Matt truly believe that his life-- the lives of so many others-- are a necessary sacrifice in the name of rebuilding a 'better' world...? does he truly believe the Regent could grant him such a request?
is he ready to give up everything, to lose all he loves, if... ah. Matt.
all that is left of their exchange is the faintest sense of ocean in the air-- but the subtle sting in the back of the priest's eyes isn't from the memory of a saltwater breeze, is it... ]