Voices from Heaven (
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driftfleet2015-10-20 10:06 am
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Sweet dreams are made of these...
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he still needs to try it for himself--yanking on the door, and staring in disbelief when it doesn't open for him either.
the look he gives the Vision afterward makes it seem as though he might be suspecting him to be behind the door's misbehaving.]
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This sign looks unfortunately rather like getting stabbed in the neck by a pair of vampire fangs, so.]
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'no one can be here,' he signs, but it's edging on more helpless than angry, now.]
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the intruder would be the most out of the way over there, so that's the direction in which the boy makes shooing motions with his hands.]
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a woman's sharp voice shouts through the heavy wood of the door, yelling his name, demanding that he let her in.
so, Coil temporarily abandons his guest so he can slink up to door, stand on his tiptoes, and slide a metal slat away from the peephole so he can peer out into the hall.]
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If you need help, I am here.
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while peering through, he lifts his hand to briefly and halfheartedly form the sign for 'mother.']
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Is this a memory, he wonders? Or symbolic of his current state? Having someone pounding on the door of your mind isn't a pleasant or peaceful state of being.]
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and whether this is some kind of memory or not, the weary expression on the boy's face as he leans his forehead against the door says that this isn't a rare occurrence. this has happened countless times before. he just waits... and eventually, the sounds disappear.
he let's another minute go by in silence, before he finally stretches up to look through the peephole again. just to make sure she's really gone.]
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Is that why it's locked, perhaps?
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without looking over at the man, he signs 'everyone must stay out.']
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Is there anything here you would feel comfortable showing me?
don't feel obligated to reply if this is too old!