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Sandal "sounds fake but ok" phon ([personal profile] melancoffeea) wrote2018-06-14 10:59 pm

Week 1, Thursday - Ion the Nicer

[It's nearly time, and Sandalphon has long retired to the room he shares with Ion. His back to the door, he sits on the edge of the bed in a forward slouch. A small but noticeable number of beautiful white feathers line the floor here and there. When he hears the telltale sounds of someone's—Ion's—entering the room, he poses a question without looking up.]

Do you see anything?
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[personal profile] fragileprophet 2018-06-15 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Ion's gaze, of course, goes quickly from Sandalphon's form on the bed to the feathers on the floor. After a hesitation, he reaches down to pick up the closest one.]

Feathers? Where did these come from?
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[personal profile] fragileprophet 2018-06-15 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
They're...white.

[And lovely, but he keeps that thought to himself as he carefully runs his fingers down it.]

...did something happen?
fragileprophet: (You've got to be kidding.)

[personal profile] fragileprophet 2018-06-15 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
[You're gonna have to help him out here, his religion is different enough that the terms are a bit of a struggle for him. He's doing his best to keep up, concern etched across his features as he slowly approaches.]

What wings?
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[personal profile] fragileprophet 2018-06-15 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Ion takes only a moment, never turning his eyes away from Sandalphon's even as he feels sadness gnaw at his ribs.]

I could say that, but I wouldn't. And I won't.

[He keeps the feather cradled delicately in the palm of his hand, careful with it. He doesn't know how or why, but has the feeling that it's more important than Sandalphon wants to let on.]

You can talk to me--and if you'd like, I don't have to say a word. I'm here for you, whatever it is that might trouble you.
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[personal profile] fragileprophet 2018-06-16 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Ion waits, patient as ever, as Sandalphon begins his explanation.]

In order for you to have those wings, does that suggest something would have had to happen?
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[personal profile] fragileprophet 2018-06-16 09:06 am (UTC)(link)
[The look on his face fills Ion’s heart with sorrow. He looks back down at the feather once more.]

Someone very important to you?
fragileprophet: (w-wait a minute...!)

[personal profile] fragileprophet 2018-06-18 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
How could you have stolen anything, intentional or otherwise? It wasn't you. It couldn't have been.

[Whatever the wishing well did to him, or to anyone else...it's just playing tricks. Cruel, terrible tricks.]

And you're no such thing.
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[personal profile] fragileprophet 2018-06-18 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Arrogant? Each negative word Sandalphon uses to describe himself causes Ion to feel more and more like a wretch, himself. Curse this empathy.]

Must be what? Please, you can tell me anything. I can't proclaim I'll understand, but I meant what I said: nothing you say will leave this room.

[He takes a breath, shaking his head.]

Won't you only feel worse burying it?
Edited (indecisive me) 2018-06-18 08:22 (UTC)
fragileprophet: (I don't deserve such kindness.)

[personal profile] fragileprophet 2018-06-18 08:51 am (UTC)(link)
...I see, I'm sorry.

[Carefully, he places the feather down on the nearest surface. He looks a bit put out as he does, but then his smile returns, brushing past his worries. Reminding himself not to be so intent. If someone doesn't want to talk, they don't want to talk, and it's not up to him what happens next.]

There's still so much I still don't know about you.