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driftfleet2017-09-30 09:19 pm
monolike) wrote in driftfleet2017-09-30 09:19 pm
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Who: Sorey et al
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Iskaulit
When: Shortly after drifting (late September)
.voice.
Hi everybody. My name's Sorey; I'm First Mate on the Huntress, but uh...
[He pauses. Sighs and starts over.]
A lot of people are missing. People we love. People who we don't know if they'll be back; there's a chance, definitely, a good chance, but that doesn't mean the pain and fear and the grief will go away. Sometimes, it even gets worse. The uncertainty is almost as terrible as the loss itself.
I'll be conducting memorial services in the Interfaith Center for the next week, every day at noon. Anybody is welcome to attend. It won't be anything fancy; lighting candles and burning incense, tea, reading some things from texts I've picked up along the way. If you don't want to come but you'd like me to say something for you during the service, feel free to leave it here. I'll add it to everything.
Also, if you'd like to come by just to have some quiet, or for a listening ear, I'll be here most times. There's an area where you can pray or set up altars or anything that you'd find more comfortable; we just ask that you cover up any symbols you make when you finish. If you need any help building anything, please let me know, I've got a shop area back on my ship.
Religious ties aren't necessary, either, and there's a meditation room next door if you just need some space to think. Please come by if you need anything.
.action. - Iskaulit
[Sorey can be found puttering about the Interfaith Center on most days during the current drift. He's usually in the kitchen, sometimes with Mikleo, as well as praying at the small elemental altar in a corner of the prayer chamber, separated from the lounge area by a curtain.
Sometimes he's curled up on one of the couches in the lounge with a book or a set of hand-drawn maps, frowning as he scribbles notes and erases lines.]
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Iskaulit
When: Shortly after drifting (late September)
.voice.
Hi everybody. My name's Sorey; I'm First Mate on the Huntress, but uh...
[He pauses. Sighs and starts over.]
A lot of people are missing. People we love. People who we don't know if they'll be back; there's a chance, definitely, a good chance, but that doesn't mean the pain and fear and the grief will go away. Sometimes, it even gets worse. The uncertainty is almost as terrible as the loss itself.
I'll be conducting memorial services in the Interfaith Center for the next week, every day at noon. Anybody is welcome to attend. It won't be anything fancy; lighting candles and burning incense, tea, reading some things from texts I've picked up along the way. If you don't want to come but you'd like me to say something for you during the service, feel free to leave it here. I'll add it to everything.
Also, if you'd like to come by just to have some quiet, or for a listening ear, I'll be here most times. There's an area where you can pray or set up altars or anything that you'd find more comfortable; we just ask that you cover up any symbols you make when you finish. If you need any help building anything, please let me know, I've got a shop area back on my ship.
Religious ties aren't necessary, either, and there's a meditation room next door if you just need some space to think. Please come by if you need anything.
.action. - Iskaulit
[Sorey can be found puttering about the Interfaith Center on most days during the current drift. He's usually in the kitchen, sometimes with Mikleo, as well as praying at the small elemental altar in a corner of the prayer chamber, separated from the lounge area by a curtain.
Sometimes he's curled up on one of the couches in the lounge with a book or a set of hand-drawn maps, frowning as he scribbles notes and erases lines.]
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He knew Maotelus, from when he was barely a child, chained and unaware of the world just as he had been.
Zaveid has been a slave to humans, had been chained and broken, had been freed and fought for the lives of the people he cared about. He had been a father and a lover and a friend and he had lost it all throughout his life, watching things slip away to pain and hurt and malevolence, the world taking the parts of him away until there was very little left. He was tired and he was sad, sometimes, without a way to explain it, without a way to fix it, and he knew it was age preying on him. Exhaustion burned under his skin and even being here, on this fleet, wasn't always enough. The pain found him here, too, even if he shouldered it without complaint.
How is his life going to end? It's a valid question. Some serpahim just live and live and live and wander and support humans. Some turn into dragons and get destroyed by anyone with the strength to help them. Some are hellions, some are killed, some are sacrificed. He doesn't know how his story is going to end, but he knows it's going to be a long one - the chapters of his life are there for the world to talk about now. Velvet, Eizen, Rokurou and Eleanor knowing one half, Mikleo, Dezel, Sorey and Edna knowing the other.
The arms around his neck ground him and he breathes out a shuttering noise, squeezing his eyes closed tight. How long has it been since the weight of protection hadn't been on his own shoulders? How long had it been since he really trusted someone else to take care of him? Not since Theodora - centuries of protecting others, bearing their pain, promising their death, never stopping or pausing for fear of what it might mean. ]
Yeah? I guess he was always good at sharing.
[ Not Laphicet anymore, though, is he? He's bigger and stronger now, protecting the entire world. Zaveid feels incredibly small in comparison. He fights the tears that gather in his eyes and leans back against Sorey - and a part of him thinks that this must look completely ridiculous, a seraph of his size leaning against a small, fragile human, desperate for his strength and his support, but... Sorey is far stronger than anyone could imagine.
Zaveid realises, suddenly, that he doesn't have to shoulder this alone. Sorey's shoulders can bear a little of his burden, can take some of the weight away. He doesn't have to be in exile.
He doesn't really mean to cry, either, but that happens too, and he's powerless to stop it. ]
I know where to go. If I ever feel like a long old nap you'll be the first person I go and see, alright?
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... I'm not gonna sleep.
[ Nightmares, bro. ]
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You're being mean to a poor old man!
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It's not always that long!
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Sorey... [ It's muffled as he holds onto him. ] You too.
[ He can't say it, not really, the words are foreign to him, but he means it. He hopes Sorey understands that; that he loves him, that he cherishes him, that he's filled a void in his heart that had been empty and painful for centuries. ]