[That's his only comment. Other than that he stays silent.
Waver's is a god of this Temple, it's his ritual. Iskandar would never compromise his lover's authority by showing that he knows how harrowing the whole ordeal is for Waver. His part is to show support, provide comfort and stability. The decision has been made and now they just need to follow through with it. There is a glimmer of hope though. Judar and Waver, they're both mages. It will be definitely easier for them to come to understanding then it would if Iskandar was in Waver's place.
Iskandar has never seen the Naming that he wasn't one performing it before. Never observed it happen from the outside. For all the agony there's still an otherworldly beauty to it, the bond is sacred. It is something truly special.
Now more than ever he thinks that the old gods or whoever that created the ritual tapped into a power more ancient and arcane than they themselves have ever been. And they've done a truly poor job of it. As if they have done only half of the work. He sees hints of it everywhere, glimmers barely, images he doesn't even understand and for a moment it feels almost sacrilegious that he had performed the ritual himself. Twice. No, three times already. For it feels like an intrusion over what might have been. But it's only a moment and it's gone in an instant.
He really shouldn't let his mind wander. Waver needs him focused.]
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[That's his only comment. Other than that he stays silent.
Waver's is a god of this Temple, it's his ritual. Iskandar would never compromise his lover's authority by showing that he knows how harrowing the whole ordeal is for Waver. His part is to show support, provide comfort and stability. The decision has been made and now they just need to follow through with it.
There is a glimmer of hope though. Judar and Waver, they're both mages. It will be definitely easier for them to come to understanding then it would if Iskandar was in Waver's place.
Iskandar has never seen the Naming that he wasn't one performing it before. Never observed it happen from the outside. For all the agony there's still an otherworldly beauty to it, the bond is sacred. It is something truly special.
Now more than ever he thinks that the old gods or whoever that created the ritual tapped into a power more ancient and arcane than they themselves have ever been. And they've done a truly poor job of it. As if they have done only half of the work. He sees hints of it everywhere, glimmers barely, images he doesn't even understand and for a moment it feels almost sacrilegious that he had performed the ritual himself. Twice. No, three times already. For it feels like an intrusion over what might have been. But it's only a moment and it's gone in an instant.
He really shouldn't let his mind wander. Waver needs him focused.]