Goldstone Mingle!

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Who: Goldstone crew and visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Goldstone
When: The rest of good ol' November!

For during and after the event!

WHAT A MONTH, HUH GUYS?

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[lord_wizard]

The hug itself matters less than the intention behind it, in truth. The willingness to persist and the fact that he cares enough to do so. Every patient gesture was a balance to the lifetime of cruelty, slowly tipping towards the point where he could truly trust such gestures for what they were rather than another way to manipulate him.

It does not take all night thankfully, and soon enough he's still, pulling away with a long sigh. Not far, though. His hands don't leave Crowley's arms, as if still afraid he'll vanish if he lets it happen. His eyes are partly downcast in shame as he draws the remaining pieces of his sanity back to the center with a shaky sigh.

"It's all right. I'm...I'll be fine..." he says, fumbling for language after the lapse. He sighs again, deeply, and places a hand on Crowley's cheek. Thank the powers there's no one around to see this. Well, minus the Vieziri, of course.

"Thank you."

[onlyanapple]

Crowley doesn't mind the wait. He can quite literally wait forever. He smiles, a real, genuine one. Not one with the faint fog of smugness or snark, as he tilts his head into the touch. For once, he doesn't really seem to mind letting that side of him be on show.

"Hey, any time."

[lord_wizard]

Felix follows suit with his own version of a smile stripped of pretense and vanity, something slightly crooked and uncertain but glowing with soft warm. Another shuddering breath, this time to consciously try and shake the melancholy off of him like a physical thing, and he sits back, running a hand through his hair. He finally takes in the tableau that Crowley has created. The effect is rather chilling, if he's to be honest, but at least they weren't surrounded by corpses.

"What are we going to do with them?" he says, pressing his lips together slightly, eyes casting about.

[onlyanapple]

Crowley turns and looks over at his rather creepy little statues, almost absently- as if he'd forgotten they were there at all. There's a certain amount of distaste in his tone, when he speaks. After all, they had just tried to kill someone he loved a great deal. He's not a fan.

"Up to you, really. They can go back to normal, or I can just send 'em away," he shrugs. "I don't know where they'd go. You just...send them."

[lord_wizard]

The banishing has never sat especially well with Felix but there is an unavoidable truth to this situation - if they are allowed to persist they will attempt this again with someone else. They had stopped the ritual for the moment, but the fact that the Vieziri were persistent was unavoidable.

Felix stands, slowly, feeling vaguely sick to his stomach as he looked around at them, some still frozen in the act of fleeing. He cannot trust they would not return.

"Get rid of them," he said, closing his eyes, voice hard and low.

[onlyanapple]

Crowley is absolutely not a fan of the banishing. He does it as little as possible, it always feels a little...offhanded. It's not killing, but it's nothing nice, either. Still, he'd put that ball in Felix's court. The decision made, he nods, standing and snapping his fingers. With a soft pop the Vieziri vanish, as if they weren't there at all.

He turns his attention back to Felix, putting a hand on his shoulder, tone gentle, calming.

"C'mon. Let's get you back to the ship."