[Once Lucien is there, he reaches up anyway to pretend to touch Lucien's face with the tips of his fingers. He looks apologetic, guilty.]
...I wasn't completely honest with you. [He hesitates.] I didn't tell you... that... it doesn't matter what happens after this, I don't think.
I'm... going to die anyway. When I go back, even if it's ten seconds less. Not from whatever is making me sick; that's just an added bonus. But because I was in a room... and something broke through the window and... exploded. I'm pretty sure it killed all of us. Me, Jayce, all of the council members.
[ i'm pretty sure it didnt because you were renewed for season 2 but i won't ruin the drama of the moment
lucien just leans his head into the fingers, however illusory, and hums, thinking that over. there's a lot to be concerned with in that statement but he's stubborn. a solvable problem. he'll figure it out if he has to. it only makes his jaw set and tighten for a moment, trying to ignore the way his stomach drops. ]
And I'm walking into the maw of a power I cannot stop and cannot control and have destroyed my last chance for an understanding with those who oppose me. [at least he admits it.] So we both have problems, I imagine.
[ a long pause. ]
We don't have to go back. To where we're from. I asked.
Frowning, he brushes his fingers around the edges of Lucien's ruined eye, down to trace the tips of the spiderwebs of lightning. It's very obvious he does not like hearing the same of Lucien.
[ he bites his lip, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. possibly. nervous? a weird look on him. ]
The only way to truly get rid of them is to destroy them. I know where they are. I have all the tools to get there. I even have a plan. But they can only reach so far, control only so much.
[It IS a weird look on him, STUPID BINCH. Viktor makes a face about every single thing Lucien says. He swats at the arm even if it passes through it.]
I'm wasting a letter just to get on you later about this. I'm wasting your letter every single week until the end to tell you how stupid you are for this.
[He may or may not be pouting. It doesn't matter.]
[He is trying not to fucking be exasperatedly amused by this question and failing.]
Try to find a way... to put us back where we belong over there unless we tell you otherwise. [...] Keep remembering to ask us that question, and maybe one of these weeks, we'll have your answer.
Aye. Put soul back in body. I could have told you that. I'll keep asking.
[ he can feel they are coming to the end of this, and is getting reluctant to keep speaking too much - in case it runs the timer out on the connection.
anyway, this is almost bizarre. they have spoken so much this week that it almost feels like. fucking? normal? whatever counts for normal here. It's going to rough going back to hastily exchanged 300 word notes. ]
[Lucien hates it every time, but Viktor truly stands there doing nothing but staring at him. Studying him, studying all of his face, every line, saying nothing only worrying his lips between his teeth.
Then he leans in suddenly to kiss Lucien on the lips, unfelt and quick, nervous, but he takes half a step backward after just as quickly. Like Lucien is on a train about to start away down the tracks.]
At least you get a room all to yourself now, right?
[ he snorts softly, both at the joke and the very cute gesture - he can't feel it but it doesn't really matter all that much. fucked up and weird to be on the same page about it which is that sure maybe they are both going to die horrible deaths but also they can be real queer about it? leaning his head to the side, a few fingers against his own cheek, as viktor pulls back. ]
Oh, I don't know. I've been staying with Throné ... who also stays with Arthur and Temenos. It's incredibly crowded. Hm. That seems idiotic. I don't know why I'm doing that. [ ... ] Take care of yourself, send less insane letters next time.
[ just for traditions sake: ] Say hello to Diluc for me as well?
[ 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.
Lucien will feel a deathly chill from the touch of Amalthea's hand, but uh-oh. ]
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I was able to speak with Sidon for a short time after, so it won't be immediate. Like I said, I've gotten better at it.
I could also wait to ask it and we could talk, or whatnot.
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...I wasn't completely honest with you. [He hesitates.] I didn't tell you... that... it doesn't matter what happens after this, I don't think.
I'm... going to die anyway. When I go back, even if it's ten seconds less. Not from whatever is making me sick; that's just an added bonus. But because I was in a room... and something broke through the window and... exploded. I'm pretty sure it killed all of us. Me, Jayce, all of the council members.
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lucien just leans his head into the fingers, however illusory, and hums, thinking that over. there's a lot to be concerned with in that statement but he's stubborn. a solvable problem. he'll figure it out if he has to. it only makes his jaw set and tighten for a moment, trying to ignore the way his stomach drops. ]
And I'm walking into the maw of a power I cannot stop and cannot control and have destroyed my last chance for an understanding with those who oppose me. [at least he admits it.] So we both have problems, I imagine.
[ a long pause. ]
We don't have to go back. To where we're from. I asked.
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Frowning, he brushes his fingers around the edges of Lucien's ruined eye, down to trace the tips of the spiderwebs of lightning. It's very obvious he does not like hearing the same of Lucien.
But he does look surprised about the last part.]
What about the Eyes? The Somnovem?
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The only way to truly get rid of them is to destroy them. I know where they are. I have all the tools to get there. I even have a plan. But they can only reach so far, control only so much.
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I'm wasting a letter just to get on you later about this. I'm wasting your letter every single week until the end to tell you how stupid you are for this.
[He may or may not be pouting. It doesn't matter.]
Ask your last question.
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How can we bring you back?
[ a waste of a question maybe, but going to stubbornly ask it anyway. ]
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Try to find a way... to put us back where we belong over there unless we tell you otherwise. [...] Keep remembering to ask us that question, and maybe one of these weeks, we'll have your answer.
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[ he can feel they are coming to the end of this, and is getting reluctant to keep speaking too much - in case it runs the timer out on the connection.
anyway, this is almost bizarre. they have spoken so much this week that it almost feels like. fucking? normal? whatever counts for normal here. It's going to rough going back to hastily exchanged 300 word notes. ]
... What a week.
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Then he leans in suddenly to kiss Lucien on the lips, unfelt and quick, nervous, but he takes half a step backward after just as quickly. Like Lucien is on a train about to start away down the tracks.]
At least you get a room all to yourself now, right?
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Oh, I don't know. I've been staying with Throné ... who also stays with Arthur and Temenos. It's incredibly crowded. Hm. That seems idiotic. I don't know why I'm doing that. [ ... ] Take care of yourself, send less insane letters next time.
[ just for traditions sake: ] Say hello to Diluc for me as well?
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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.
Lucien will feel a deathly chill from the touch of Amalthea's hand, but uh-oh. ]
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