lucien goes stock still as he moves in closer again, as if he's deciding if he's going to run the complete opposite direction or not. but instead he just ... gives in. dropping his head too, hair falling in his face, glowering at him at the same time as he tries to lean his forehead against viktor's - or where it would be, if it were tangible.
he can't forget about anyone. especially not this. he can bury the memory, he can damn the past, he can forbid the names be spoken aloud, but he's never been able to simply forget. it'd be easier if he could, if he could allow time to heal the scars instead of feeding the rot, slipping the skin looser. he (flurry voice) sniffs, reaching a hand up to push roughly across his eye, playing it off like he's seeing things. ]
Don't you dare fucking leave right now.
[ without moving, he glances over to amalthea - gritting his teeth, addressing them. ]
Well, he didn't blink out of existence (a terrifying thought), but now worry is bubbling up in his stomach.] Lucien... [It is the most lackluster warning. He is a man of science; testing mad ghost science is familiar actually.
The issue is he always tests on himself, no one else is ever involved.
His brows furrow. He glances in Amalthea's direction, too, and his glow dims and brightens like a slow heart beat. His jaw tightens a bit.]
Be careful... There is always another time. You can talk to me again.
[ flurry is going to beat me with a hammer when she sees this
crossing his arms tightly over himself, claws tightening into the sleeve of his coat. ]
I don't know if-- I'm going to damn well try, but she doesn't know if it was work again. I'm going to try. I don't ... I'll make it work. I will break it if I have to.
Keep sending to the HER-MES. Or whatever way you can. But I'll fix it.
[He wants to say that's okay. If it doesn't work, that's okay. Once was barely a taste, but he can deal... knowing Lucien knows, knowing they had a chance. But he doesn't think Lucien will listen to him. Lucien won't be reassured.
He reaches up to put his hand over Lucien's crossed arms, wanting desperately to be able to squeeze them in his hand.]
I will. I'm glad... I got to see your stupid face again. They need you, you know. They all need you there, so... take care of yourself, Lucien. Don't do anything... too crazy.
[ yeah, listen, unfortunately, the lucien-is-always-right clause includes a subclause that he can't be fuckin' told anything.
his hand twitches, almost impulsively, leaning in again as he hears what sounds like it could be a goodbye, instantly rioting against the idea. ]
I'm not fucking leaving you there, and you best get used to the gods-damn idea because you aren't here to stop me from doing anything I want and I can be as insane as I like. I'll get that done and I'll fire that big fuck off ship cannon while I'm at it.
Don't get too cozy with that smug, rich fish either-- [ is that gonna be the note he leaves this on. ] I'll see you soon.
[ Amalthea keeps the podium channeling, but this eventually has to end... The dead and the living are meant to be separated—that divide is important.
While Viktor returns whence he came, Lucien finds himself slipping. For a moment, he can feel Viktor's presence, warmth, touch... and see his surroundings change. It's no longer a church, but an abandoned space where pulsing flesh grows through the cracks. He can faintly make sense of tables and chairs, but not much else from the darkness that shadows his vision. Yet in that darkness, Viktor becomes clearer and clearer with each passing second.
... The soft humming from the channeling podium ends, but these sensations continue.
Lucien feels his soul and body slowly split, sinew to sinew... He can be with him, if he wanted. He can abandon this shell. The excruciating pain is temporary, after all. ]
Goodbye, Mister Viktor... I will pray for everyone's return. May we see you again.
[ Lucien will feel a deathly chill from the touch of Amalthea's hand and the seance ends, he's back. Good jorb. ]
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lucien goes stock still as he moves in closer again, as if he's deciding if he's going to run the complete opposite direction or not. but instead he just ... gives in. dropping his head too, hair falling in his face, glowering at him at the same time as he tries to lean his forehead against viktor's - or where it would be, if it were tangible.
he can't forget about anyone. especially not this. he can bury the memory, he can damn the past, he can forbid the names be spoken aloud, but he's never been able to simply forget. it'd be easier if he could, if he could allow time to heal the scars instead of feeding the rot, slipping the skin looser. he (flurry voice) sniffs, reaching a hand up to push roughly across his eye, playing it off like he's seeing things. ]
Don't you dare fucking leave right now.
[ without moving, he glances over to amalthea - gritting his teeth, addressing them. ]
I'm not going to sever it.
[ we're gonna do some mad ghost science. ]
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Well, he didn't blink out of existence (a terrifying thought), but now worry is bubbling up in his stomach.] Lucien... [It is the most lackluster warning. He is a man of science; testing mad ghost science is familiar actually.
The issue is he always tests on himself, no one else is ever involved.
His brows furrow. He glances in Amalthea's direction, too, and his glow dims and brightens like a slow heart beat. His jaw tightens a bit.]
Be careful... There is always another time. You can talk to me again.
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crossing his arms tightly over himself, claws tightening into the sleeve of his coat. ]
I don't know if-- I'm going to damn well try, but she doesn't know if it was work again. I'm going to try. I don't ... I'll make it work. I will break it if I have to.
Keep sending to the HER-MES. Or whatever way you can. But I'll fix it.
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He reaches up to put his hand over Lucien's crossed arms, wanting desperately to be able to squeeze them in his hand.]
I will. I'm glad... I got to see your stupid face again. They need you, you know. They all need you there, so... take care of yourself, Lucien. Don't do anything... too crazy.
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his hand twitches, almost impulsively, leaning in again as he hears what sounds like it could be a goodbye, instantly rioting against the idea. ]
I'm not fucking leaving you there, and you best get used to the gods-damn idea because you aren't here to stop me from doing anything I want and I can be as insane as I like. I'll get that done and I'll fire that big fuck off ship cannon while I'm at it.
Don't get too cozy with that smug, rich fish either-- [ is that gonna be the note he leaves this on. ] I'll see you soon.
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While Viktor returns whence he came, Lucien finds himself slipping. For a moment, he can feel Viktor's presence, warmth, touch... and see his surroundings change. It's no longer a church, but an abandoned space where pulsing flesh grows through the cracks. He can faintly make sense of tables and chairs, but not much else from the darkness that shadows his vision. Yet in that darkness, Viktor becomes clearer and clearer with each passing second.
... The soft humming from the channeling podium ends, but these sensations continue.
Lucien feels his soul and body slowly split, sinew to sinew... He can be with him, if he wanted. He can abandon this shell. The excruciating pain is temporary, after all. ]
Goodbye, Mister Viktor... I will pray for everyone's return. May we see you again.
[ Lucien will feel a deathly chill from the touch of Amalthea's hand and the seance ends, he's back. Good jorb. ]