just remember 'til your dream appears

[megosalksandros]

He’s back early - by an hour, maybe, and Henry is still out. Alexander feels lightheaded (he wants him to meet his mother - two weeks ago he was still half-terrified - happy is an understatement), and in the dying amber light of the evening, he decides to take leave from the motel and find some private place to pray

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[somatophylax]

Henry is slightly lightheaded himself for bringing it up- but it can't be too soon, can it? And Alex reacted well ('best boyfriend ever', and you'd better believe that he's been smiling since he got that) so it has to be all right.

He's walking back from his last meeting of the day - he didn't see a point to driving somewhere fifteen minutes away - and enjoying the air and the dying sunlight when he smells the fragrant smoke, and something about it catches his attention. It's...nostalgic. So of course he looks to see where it's coming from-

"...what language is that?" Because that is the question that should spring to mind when you find your new boyfriend burning things in a corner outside your motel.

[megosalksandros]

Alex doesn't startle - he hears some approach, of course, and he's already beginning to commit his lover's gait and footsteps to memory (an old habit). He rubs the ash between his hands and lets it dissolve, powdery and shimmering in the air, being consumed again by the small flame.

He looks over his shoulder, blue eyes clear and quiet. "It's Greek," he tells him. He doesn't specify old Greek, at least not yet. He doesn't seem scared or embarrassed to be caught doing this, despite the fact that it's obvious he's been keeping it private - just somewhat shy.

[somatophylax]

"I thought so." (Based on what?)

Henry, for his part, just looks mildly interested (and distant, too, like he's somewhen else) as he moves closer. He takes it all in thoughtfully, coming to the obvious conclusion that this is religious in some way, because why else murmur in foreign languages over a fire?

"So...this hasn't come up before. Whatever 'this' exactly is."

[megosalksandros]

Alexander smiles a little, and offers Henry his hand. There's still a bit of ash there, but it's cool, and smells of incense.

"I don't advertise my faith," he tells him in a gentle voice that holds quiet pride, "because it's very old, and people are very judgmental." Something he doesn't have to tell Henry - and Alex has enough in his life for people to judge him over. "I'm praying to Zeus, the father, king of all my gods. I'm thanking him."