[ you guys are just eating my soup right now and i'm like oh boy. i mean i knew this could happen but i didn't think it WOULD! anyways. ]
Hey now, ouch, that hurts.
[ just like the sun, roi illuminates... he illuminates everything so brightly. he's radiant, just like the sun - and like the sun, he draws you into his warmth so completely, so wholly, wraps you up in an embrace that feels like it is squeezing the first true breath of air, unbridled, full and deep, that you've been able to take. there's no weight of being an inquisitor, of one whose job it is to doubt, to know, to seek the truth.
where is the truth here? where? what truth is there to be found here when it surely is right here in roi's arms, with his chin perching on your shoulder as he gathers you up.
[ a life with no weight. with no being an inquisitor.
... it's that that finally awakens something.
because - isn't that the kind of trap that his idiot, beloved, dearest friend, his big brother would fall into?
roi was a good inquisitor, that's for sure. they both were. but their methodology was much different, and the places where roi lacked, temenos was able to fill in with aplomb. and one of those places was always, always that - it was doubt. roi barely knew what the word meant, and that was why temenos learned it. it was why he learned to be alert. careful. cautious.
his eyes open as he's being drawn in, over roi's shoulder.
he learned to doubt because roi mistral needed protecting. ]
... Roi.
[ temenos starts, slowly. a hand comes up, curls in the back of his cloak, tight, familiar. ] Roi, where are we?
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Hey now, ouch, that hurts.
[ just like the sun, roi illuminates... he illuminates everything so brightly. he's radiant, just like the sun - and like the sun, he draws you into his warmth so completely, so wholly, wraps you up in an embrace that feels like it is squeezing the first true breath of air, unbridled, full and deep, that you've been able to take. there's no weight of being an inquisitor, of one whose job it is to doubt, to know, to seek the truth.
where is the truth here? where? what truth is there to be found here when it surely is right here in roi's arms, with his chin perching on your shoulder as he gathers you up.
anotha one (d20). ]
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... it's that that finally awakens something.
because - isn't that the kind of trap that his idiot, beloved, dearest friend, his big brother would fall into?
roi was a good inquisitor, that's for sure. they both were. but their methodology was much different, and the places where roi lacked, temenos was able to fill in with aplomb. and one of those places was always, always that - it was doubt. roi barely knew what the word meant, and that was why temenos learned it. it was why he learned to be alert. careful. cautious.
his eyes open as he's being drawn in, over roi's shoulder.
he learned to doubt because roi mistral needed protecting. ]
... Roi.
[ temenos starts, slowly. a hand comes up, curls in the back of his cloak, tight, familiar. ] Roi, where are we?
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