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patheticvillain) wrote2014-04-21 06:40 pm
patheticvillain) wrote2014-04-21 06:40 pm
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thirty-four ➢ voice + spam
Czeslaw's gone. His door and everything is blank.
. . . I don't really think he made many friends while he was here, but. I'm going to light a candle for him, if anybody wants to join me.
spam } chapel
[It's quiet and still in here, which is good; it matches how Cassel is feeling. Quiet and still, like a windless world. He doesn't know what to make of this reaction. He can feel himself grieving, but it's muted, as though muffled by layers and layers of cloth.]
[With aching fingers he carves Czeslaw's name into a white candle, uses his lighter to light it. After a moment of watching the flame, he carves another name - Slevin's - into another candle, and Daneca's into a third, and hopes (doesn't pray) that they wake.]
. . . I don't really think he made many friends while he was here, but. I'm going to light a candle for him, if anybody wants to join me.
spam } chapel
[It's quiet and still in here, which is good; it matches how Cassel is feeling. Quiet and still, like a windless world. He doesn't know what to make of this reaction. He can feel himself grieving, but it's muted, as though muffled by layers and layers of cloth.]
[With aching fingers he carves Czeslaw's name into a white candle, uses his lighter to light it. After a moment of watching the flame, he carves another name - Slevin's - into another candle, and Daneca's into a third, and hopes (doesn't pray) that they wake.]
[spam]
[It means I love you. But there's a lightness to it, tied up in the way she doesn't actually check, and the way she curls in, a little, lets him be the one who holds her tighter. She doesn't have to be, with him, not even now, when it is about taking care of him. She's here because he needs someone to hold, not because it's the only way to be who she must.]
[spam]
[Mostly. He ruffles her hair.]
Do you believe in heaven or anything like that?
[spam]
L'enfer, c'est les autres. Paradis, aussi.
[Hell is other people. Heaven is too. Murmured, half to herself. But metaphysically...]
I don't know what I believe. The worlds are so big, you know?
[spam]
I got, like, halfway through senior French before I ran away with Lila, so I kind of just remember the days of the week. Um. Mercredi?
. . . I know what you mean. Like. There's too much to comprehend. That's part of why I like this place. It's - comprehensible. Realistically complicated, but I can wrap my mind around it, most of the time, even the impossible parts.
[spam]
[She laces her fingers in his and squeezes lightly.]
[spam]
[He squeezes back.]
Hopefully . . . he's with people, then. People like us, instead of people like he had before.
[spam]