Who:
lumenrelegandus and anyone
When: Early in the week
Where: The dojo, the streets, the path toward the Ruins and/or Hunting Grounds.
Format: Prose
What: As if any loss weren't bad on its own, sometimes it opens up past ones.
Warnings: I'm being bad for posting a new log without doing any tags for ongoing threads! I have company for a few days and am semi-
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Elsewhere in the city unreadable women whose swords hit too close to home were drawing blood. River could taste it in the air, drenching the landscape like a bloody sunset. But the squabbles of monsters was nothing more than a bruise compared to the rawness she could feel Remus scraping over her as he came down the path.
There was a debt owed (My turn) from all the times at the dojo he had patiently, painstakingly, pieced together her jigsaw all of sky, picking up pieces the exact same shade of blue and fumbling them to where they belonged. The cracks are still there, aching, glaring when held up against - she'd thrown her Forge again, first arcana, fourth month, worst invasion. But then she'd watched it again, compulsively, biting her lip so hard that it bled ( ... )
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"Yet knowing how way leads on to way," he murmured back, not knowing if it was strictly the same quote as hers, "I doubted if I should ever come back."
He looked down at their joined hands. He thought of sitting, seeing if she sat beside him; or of kneeling before her, for absolution; but felt just enough energy at the touch to keep flying walking. So he squeezed her fingers in invitation to go forward, without releasing hands, together.
"We shouldn't be here, you know," he said, making no move to lead them elsewhere.
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"I learn by going where I have to go," River says, now quoting something else entirely. "This shaking keeps me steady. I should know."
It is obvious the way that Remus trembles on unsteady foundations, but she wants it in words, solid, definable, even if they are to be words she cannot truly understand. "I am exactly where I should be," she tells him. "Are you?"
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"I've rarely felt I belonged anywhere. I get along better here than many places I've been… but to what purpose?"
An adolescent feeling, he thinks, but unshakable.
"I believe that one thing happens after another because of a culmination of factors that are largely uncontrollable, unforeseeable, and unseen. We must act with purpose in the hopes of influencing causality with the nuance of our intentions, but it doesn't mean there is a larger plan.
"Except that we were brought here. Brought. Even if on a whim, there is agency in that ( ... )
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"They?"
Though the Twins flashed instantly in his mind, a deeper, more resounding thought reverberated beyond rationality: Veneficus
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"Plural, non-gendered, non-specific. There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio."
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