❦ 01

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[though it very much seems otherwise, he knows that it can't actually be a dream because of how immediately and distinctly not right he feels upon finding himself in this decadent little room. Doing his best to remain calm, he pokes around, finding an exceedingly strange book with his name on it, peeking through drawers and listening for sounds. Eventually, his search leads him out into hall of faceless doorways, down some stairs, and into a sprawling lobby. Just wandering, hypersensitive and quiet, until he hopefully walks into something that makes some sense. Just stay calm...

He finally stops when he reaches a window, staring--a little shellshocked--at nothing but fog. ...And there he stays for some time, silent in deeply unsettled thought.

Finally, he suddenly remembers the book in his hands. It gives him something to fiddle with, fidgeting with the little clockwork gears until something finally clicks into place and the thing falls suddenly open]

...That seems a bit much.

[and the book helpfully jots down his words for him]

--Oh.

[there is no way this could be a good sign]

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[fuggum.livejournal.com]

Because! Mortal word hard...! Not used to. Other talk easy.

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

And, what was your... 'other talk.'

[assuming he means language]

[fuggum.livejournal.com]

Not word...only show. Can?

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[considerably suspicious, but....]


...Yes?

[fuggum.livejournal.com]

[ LEAST SUSPICIOUS, OKAY. He maneuvers himself around Tek's arm to properly bump his head against his--lightly, and fleetingly so, but it's enough for him extend himself through empathy and give Tek and nice, short feeling of ":D welcome! Do you understand?". so much more coherent than his gobbledigook speaking. ]

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[by the way he balks and leans quickly away, yeah... he got the message.

He's giving this guy another, far more careful, look-over]

...What are you?

[fuggum.livejournal.com]

Nirel, Nirel! Also, ah...tall! Taller than mortal! Like...better-than-mortal.

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[huh. A few things are beginning to tentatively click together now]

'Tall' like me?

[fuggum.livejournal.com]

...A little taller, think... Not sure yet! Not enough smell.

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[this time, it's his turn to invade space a little bit, leaning in, almost as if listening for something]

Usually I can tell when someone else is 'tall' like me, but... [he frowns a little. what the hell are you, guy]

[fuggum.livejournal.com]

[ demigods are unique c: and since he's close now he'll be able to "hear" more from Nirel; flashes of the desert and a chamber beneath ruins long buried by sand where he hatched in a tiny room♥ Being enclosed in something warm--his egg--aaaand the soft, murmured sound of his mom c: it'll be a mix between comfort and a tiiiiny sappling of power that will one day grow up awesome *^* ]

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[...how unnerving.

He'll lean back again and eye him quite critically]

...How are you doing that?

[fuggum.livejournal.com]

...? Is how talk with other. Not mortal.

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

I can do that too, you know?

But there's a big difference in my case.

[fuggum.livejournal.com]

What is?

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

I can only do so with my kind. And you are--apparently--not of my kind.

So that leaves me very curious as to what you really are.

[he's kind of already covered this question already, but isn't satisfied with the answer yet. :\]

[fuggum.livejournal.com]

...Father Cerberus! Papa. Mother Phoenix. Help? [ It's hard to communicate ): he'll try through the whole 'vision-giving' thing though, showing Tek a sense of 'godliness'; a deeper connection with life and the world he comes from, understanding living beings and forms in a way incomprehensible to morals.

c: kind of like a demigod grown from the world ]

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[--well, that makes things a little more clear, but no less bewildering. He certainly gets most of it, and... he can't help but find it alarming. Coming across a creature like this is not exactly something that happens every day]

--And you're just here, and you don't know how?

[fuggum.livejournal.com]

[ Nirel nods slowly ]

Ask Papa...but no answer.

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

...

I feel like I'm missing something small, but probably impossibly important, here.

[fuggum.livejournal.com]

gone? [ missing = gone for him ]