interfaith dinner mingle!!

[stefanged]

Who: Interfaith Center regulars & the not-so-regulars (party crashers are welcome too!!)
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Interfaith Center on the Iskaulit
When: Forward-dated to November 4th

[The Interfaith Center sounds far more bustling and busy than usual - and anyone peering inside would quickly figure out that a communal dinner is underway! Take off your shoes and walk in: the lounge has extra tablecloths on the floor as well as buffet tables with non-alcoholic beverages and all sorts of food, including Jordanian cuisine (or the outer space equivalent of Jordanian food).

The board games are out of their hiding nooks; the furniture's arranged for the maximum seating possible; and even the teddy bears donated by Kitty & Winn are out for cuddling, should anyone want them.

The kitchen's bustling with helpers - Stefan's running around at vamp-speed to make sure everything's a) done on time and b) cooked to perfection - but he sure wouldn't mind an extra hand. And if you're still not up for some food? Well, the prayer rooms are open as usual. There's always a quiet moment to be found, even if the laughter's louder and the scent of freshly-baked mansaf's wafting through the long corridors.

Anyone and everyone who's ever been inside the Interfaith Center has been invited (via text message - and Stefan even used the fancy emoji). If you're not particularly faithful or devout? Well, drop by anyways. There's more than enough food to spare.]

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[Sorey's hand is impossibly warm despite the chill of the water, and although the cold is more his element it's soothing to his nerves, to his heart. His fingers curl, drawing in, allowing it to eclipse his own. The strength within those hands is one he's always depended on, but looking back, he can't remember clearly when he stopped reaching for them as much. He's never been the hugging type, never the first one to grab and hold on. It was usually Sorey who reached out to him, eager and affectionate. Mikleo's never been able to decide if it's a failing on his end or just part of his nature. Pride is such a terrible vice, but... Sorey understood him. Sorey never got mad about that sort of thing. He pushed on his own side but knew where the line was, naturally dancing around it without crossing over, recognizing Mikleo's heart as if it were his own. Sorey could be selfish, sure, but he's kind, too. It's always been so.

He can be selfish, too. There are things that he'd always wanted, even if reality told him he could never have it; he wanted Sorey to live forever, so they'd never be parted. He wanted to stay in Elysia, his beloved home, but he wanted to see the whole world, too. It really is no wonder that being torn between two paths can cause turmoil, that malevolence can form so quickly; life is a series of contradictions, of weighing choices, of following paths you might never have imagined that you would take. He knew Sorey would leave, but not that he'd become the Shepherd. He knew that they'd struggle, but not that it would be this bad.

He knew that it would be hard not to do their job here, but...

We're still together, though. That's never changed. Even when we were... like that...

Tentatively he shifts his body forward, sliding one hand free beneath Sorey's and winding it around the Shepherd's neck, holding him - holding himself - closer. It's harder to tread the water like this, but he's light. Sorey's strong. And the water is his; it won't let them sink.]

We'll be okay.

[His voice is hushed and tremulous, but the distinction is important, and it needs to be said. He knows it's not only him who's struggling. Sorey is suffering, too, and Sorey's not okay. Just because it's always been easier for him to smile doesn't mean it no longer hurts.

I can tell, too. And you can tell me anything.

They still have this. They'll always have this. If death can't separate them, there isn't a damn thing that they can't overcome.]