closed

[exothermia]

Who: Erik, Kitty, and Kurt
Broadcast: none
Action: the Iskaulit
When: September 3rd

[There was an impulse, however fleeting, to delay this conversation. It came and went like a flicker of lightning. No, Erik knew there was no delaying this, and it would be better for all concerned if it was taken care of immediately. He had felt little trepidation when he sent the messages to Kurt and Kitty last night: I need to speak with you tomorrow. The Iskaulit. The responses had come back with differing times, and maybe that was for the best. It could be easier. (It would not be easier.)

A slight measure of foreboding sets in when Erik arrives in the library, enough to keep him on his feet instead of waiting for them in a chair. He knows what will happen; what needs to happen. Everything that happens after is a mystery that he'll accept as it comes.]

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[ecclesiophobic]

[Every part of Kurt, from his featureless eyes to the expressive tip of his tail, freezes when Erik drops that bombshell. His chest doesn't even move for a few seconds, arrested in the middle of drawing a breath to attempt consoling Erik.

A muscle in his tail twitches, his chest slowly expands, and Kurt begins to slowly shake his head, like a statue creaking to life.] Nein. You're not funny, Erik! [Ill-hidden under the anger is the tension of a quiet plea; be lying. Please, please be making a horrible joke. Lie, just don't say it's true.]

[exothermia]

[Strangely, this smooths the path for Erik. He can't deny what's been said. He can't soften this blow, or pretend it isn't the truth. It doesn't lessen the twist in his stomach when Kurt freezes or when he tries to find away around what Erik's revealed. It only strengthens that sober certainty that there's no going back from here.

He keeps his voice calm, though he can't strike the resignation from his face.]

I would never joke about this.