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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]
[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]