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thenearshore2017-08-31 09:45 am
rev13_3) wrote in thenearshore2017-08-31 09:45 am
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Who: Chikusa (kokuyoyo) and Jay (rev13_3)
What: Team Beanie's caught the killer. But he's not talking.
When: Eh. Time is... /vague hand gesture. Sometime mid-August.
Where: An abandoned temple, somewhere at the edge of the Far Shore
Warnings: Yes. Check comment subject lines for specifics.
The room is quiet.
Outside, there are voices. Outside, his captors mill about, arguing with each other about the ways he should die, about the ways they should cut answers from his body, about the scars he's left on their hearts. Every shout, every raised voice calling for his death is another tally on his side of the scoreboard. He's hurt them. He's frightened them.
And they will kill him for it, yes, he's known all along that the path he's chosen has only one direction. Tot, Glorious, blessed and most fragrant, the kingdom she will rule over will be only of beauty and loving, and he is neither of those things. His duty has been to bring her world about, and his labors are nearly complete. Only one task remains, one wedge, to drive between the New and the Old, to stir suspicion into action. To bring this war to a head.
In the quiet, Jay closes his eye, and basks in the warmth of Tot's presence, glowing like the heart of the sun at the center of his mind. They will tear each other apart, he promises her. And their bodies will enrich the soil of your kingdom, forever and ever, praise be.
kokuyoyo) and Jay (rev13_3)What: Team Beanie's caught the killer. But he's not talking.
When: Eh. Time is... /vague hand gesture. Sometime mid-August.
Where: An abandoned temple, somewhere at the edge of the Far Shore
Warnings: Yes. Check comment subject lines for specifics.
The room is quiet.
Outside, there are voices. Outside, his captors mill about, arguing with each other about the ways he should die, about the ways they should cut answers from his body, about the scars he's left on their hearts. Every shout, every raised voice calling for his death is another tally on his side of the scoreboard. He's hurt them. He's frightened them.
And they will kill him for it, yes, he's known all along that the path he's chosen has only one direction. Tot, Glorious, blessed and most fragrant, the kingdom she will rule over will be only of beauty and loving, and he is neither of those things. His duty has been to bring her world about, and his labors are nearly complete. Only one task remains, one wedge, to drive between the New and the Old, to stir suspicion into action. To bring this war to a head.
In the quiet, Jay closes his eye, and basks in the warmth of Tot's presence, glowing like the heart of the sun at the center of his mind. They will tear each other apart, he promises her. And their bodies will enrich the soil of your kingdom, forever and ever, praise be.