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Being raised in the church isn't so bad.
Empyrean worship isn't as prevalent as before, even in the capital of Loegress, but the priests and attendants are all friendly and more importantly, it's safe. That's what they tell Sorey over and over, it's safe within the city, and he supposes it must be true. Sometimes he'll hear whispered stories when he's cleaning the pews, on his knees in the shadows as Brother Mathley and Brother Ferengard murmur, another village, did you hear, what a pity.
And though his heart longs for the outside world, as far back as he can remember, he's only seen the city walls. And the priests don't believe him when he tells them about the spirits; about the nice old kitty who tells him stories from when the mountains were still being born, about that man who could make the wind do as he wished. They were good spirits, Sorey could tell, but almost nobody could see them.
...nobody but Artorius.
He had only visited the capital once, with two other people. He was younger than the brothers but much older than Sorey, and he looked every inch the explorer Sorey wished he could be. Sorey had hidden behind the altar with the cat spirit as they spoke with High Priest Gideon, as he told them something about violence and nonsense before turning them away. Artorius (Sorey would learn his name much later) had seen him, looked at him and then, very deliberately, looked at the cat as well. Then he'd smiled and raised his finger to his lips before he and the others left.
"Don't associate with those types," Father Gideon had said to him, but Sorey knew, one day, he would join them.
The Scarlet Night happened, and now everyone could see monsters. And then it happened again, and everyone could see spirits. Artorius returned, Father Gideon welcomed him with open arms, and the moment Sorey turned seventeen he joined the Abbey's ranks. He'd practiced bowmanship and swordsmanship before at the church as a way to keep fit, but now his skills would be used to protect people, to kill daemons.
He would be given a malak, today, to use to those ends. And though it makes him feel a little deceitful, as Sorey pulls on and straightens his uniform for the ceremony, all he can think about is finally, finally leaving the city walls.
Empyrean worship isn't as prevalent as before, even in the capital of Loegress, but the priests and attendants are all friendly and more importantly, it's safe. That's what they tell Sorey over and over, it's safe within the city, and he supposes it must be true. Sometimes he'll hear whispered stories when he's cleaning the pews, on his knees in the shadows as Brother Mathley and Brother Ferengard murmur, another village, did you hear, what a pity.
And though his heart longs for the outside world, as far back as he can remember, he's only seen the city walls. And the priests don't believe him when he tells them about the spirits; about the nice old kitty who tells him stories from when the mountains were still being born, about that man who could make the wind do as he wished. They were good spirits, Sorey could tell, but almost nobody could see them.
...nobody but Artorius.
He had only visited the capital once, with two other people. He was younger than the brothers but much older than Sorey, and he looked every inch the explorer Sorey wished he could be. Sorey had hidden behind the altar with the cat spirit as they spoke with High Priest Gideon, as he told them something about violence and nonsense before turning them away. Artorius (Sorey would learn his name much later) had seen him, looked at him and then, very deliberately, looked at the cat as well. Then he'd smiled and raised his finger to his lips before he and the others left.
"Don't associate with those types," Father Gideon had said to him, but Sorey knew, one day, he would join them.
The Scarlet Night happened, and now everyone could see monsters. And then it happened again, and everyone could see spirits. Artorius returned, Father Gideon welcomed him with open arms, and the moment Sorey turned seventeen he joined the Abbey's ranks. He'd practiced bowmanship and swordsmanship before at the church as a way to keep fit, but now his skills would be used to protect people, to kill daemons.
He would be given a malak, today, to use to those ends. And though it makes him feel a little deceitful, as Sorey pulls on and straightens his uniform for the ceremony, all he can think about is finally, finally leaving the city walls.
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Date: 2017-08-31 06:12 am (UTC)He doesn't know humans. He doesn't know how they think or why they act any particular way. Sorey's the only human he even knows by name. So much of this is unknown territory for him, but he's... curious? Yes, curious, that's the word.
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Date: 2017-08-31 03:47 pm (UTC)"It was you," Sorey tells him, looking up from his arms again. "When you saw the fountain. I was confused before, but when you saw the water, it's like I could feel your interest and longing."
He pushes himself up to sit cross-legged on the grass. "I'm not anything special; it's you."
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Date: 2017-08-31 07:12 pm (UTC)There's nothing special about him. No one's ever told him anything like that. He's just a malak, expendable and worthless to everyone except the man sitting before him now.
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Date: 2017-09-01 01:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-09-01 05:57 am (UTC)From that first day, even without knowing... he'd been trying to give him back his free will.
...wait... back...? But when did I...
...that's not my--
He winces, lifting a hand to his forehead, a slight ringing in his mind distracting him from that train of thought. It probably doesn't matter. What's done is done, for good or ill.
My name is... my name... it's...
Vahvuus Cryfder
Is it?
"I'd like that," he finally responds, shaking his head to dispel anything but their current conversation. It hurts... he doesn't want to think about it. "I... want that. I-I think. To understand you."
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Date: 2017-09-03 07:28 am (UTC)Is it related to that mask?
"...Then we can work on that. I want to understand you too; I don't think it'll be impossible for us to reach that point, either."
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Date: 2017-09-04 04:50 am (UTC)"I'm not sure I understand myself yet, but I'll try to do my part, too." It feels more honest and equalizing than just a simple agreement to follow orders, or answer questions when instructed. It's more active, more... intentional? Yes, that.
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Date: 2017-09-09 03:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-09-10 08:20 pm (UTC)"Yeah... agreed. Let's do this, as partners."
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Date: 2017-09-16 06:46 pm (UTC)--
Though Vahvuus still has to hide when they get to town, Sorey still listens carefully to the little tugs of interest he shows and takes his time browsing, so they can both get a good look at the first town they've ever been to outside of the capital. As a port town, the marketplace is absolutely stuffed to overflow with exotic wares, foods and spices from overseas, fabrics and books and trinkets that the capital only ever doles out to their richest.
Sorey passes by a sweets stall but feels a gentle tug and backtracks, stopping to take a more careful look. "See something you like?" Sorey murmurs under his breath, still earning a curious look from the stall owner before he realizes he's an exorcist.
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Date: 2017-09-18 05:03 am (UTC)Sorey's been indulging him with sights and experiences, and he's tried not to let it be a distraction, but sometimes he just can't help it. Being allowed to do things, to feel things, has put his senses into overdrive; he wants to feel and experience everything to make up for never getting to do it before.
The scent of food, conveyed through Sorey's body, catches his attention as they wander, and he'd wondered whether or not to say something when Sorey caught him before he could decide. Vahvuus focuses on the contents of the stall, taking in the appearance of every sweet, until he at last speaks up.
"That one on the far left... with the filling. What is that?"
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Date: 2017-09-23 09:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-09-24 09:09 am (UTC)"...Thank you," he murmurs as they leave the stall to continue through the market. Even through the box, even through Sorey's body, he can smell them, and it's delightful. "Have you tried such flavours before?"
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Date: 2017-09-24 08:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-09-25 12:20 am (UTC)The longer he has free will, the more he wonders about that, though he has the sense to keep it to himself for the most part. There are flashes of familiarity, faces in his mind that he can't place. Sometimes a scent or a sound pierces through his heart and he loses focus on everything else in that moment. He's tried to steel himself against it, to avoid it causing a problem, but it's getting harder and harder over time. Too many unanswered questions, and he can't ask Sorey because he can't possibly know, either.
What matters right now, though, is Sorey himself, and the treat they get to share. And he's kind of... excited? He doesn't even bother to hide it. "I like it here... it smells like the ocean. Can we eat outside?"
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Date: 2017-09-30 08:15 am (UTC)Baby steps, baby steps.
"Yeah, sure! I bet there's a few places down near the warehouses that don't have a lot of people." Sorey pokes his nose around, searching for a nice secluded spot until he finds one back behind the Abbey's storehouse, the platform facing the ocean with a few crates stacked here and there. "This is good. You can come out, it's okay."
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Date: 2017-10-01 05:00 am (UTC)He sits himself down on the edge of the dock, feet dangling towards the water. He could get used to this. It's a shame they don't stay in one place very long. "So lively..."
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Date: 2017-10-01 06:30 am (UTC)Sorey crosses his legs and sets the box on them neatly, gesturing for Vahvuus to join him. "Here! You should get to open it, since you picked them out. Your first pastry box opening!" It's not exactly a big deal, but maybe they can make it one. A whole collection of firsts for Vahvuus.
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Date: 2017-10-01 08:14 am (UTC)Delicately he takes a pastry from the box, cupping a palm beneath to catch any crumbs. "Is there... something I need to do? Some ritual, or a particular method for eating it?"
In theory he knows how to eat, having watched Sorey plenty of times, but there's still a lot about human culture that he doesn't know. And this is already supposed to be special, evidently.
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Date: 2017-10-01 08:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-10-01 10:59 pm (UTC)Since there's nothing really to wait for after all, he goes ahead and takes his first bite. As soon as the flavours touch his tongue he closes his eyes, chewing slowly to savour it, and a smile creeps steadily across his lips. It's sweet and tender, with that perfect crunch of the pastry... so good. As soon as he swallows he's taking another bite, eager to get that taste back in his mouth, not even pausing to comment on it.
Suffice to say, he likes it.
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Date: 2017-10-02 05:43 am (UTC)Sorey clears his throat hurriedly and looks down at the box, finally fishing out his own to enjoy. And...they're good, they're really good. Vahvuus has good taste. "I guess you like it," Sorey comments, tone amused as he watches Vahvuus lick the crumbs from his fingers and reach for another without any prompting.
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Date: 2017-10-03 02:32 am (UTC)It's not as if malakhim have to eat; it was such a non-issue, and it seemed like a waste of resources when there's already a shortage for the humans. But eating this now just makes him want to try more one day.
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Date: 2017-10-03 05:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-10-03 07:15 am (UTC)"...Oh! Look, he's finally walking! How cute... come here, this way! Hey, get
ż͓͛̓̂ͤe͇̬͇͕͚̞̲͊͋ͧ̿͡n̦̥͚͔̰̖̅̒͐͜r͓̪͓̞̗͐ͭ̓͂ͥ͗ú͇̝̝̤̞̙̇͂͌ͪ̏̏͞s̬̝̦̻̪̲̗̏͠-"He swallows hard, brows furrowing. Cute... that person was--
--ah...
"Our rations..." He lets his own voice distract himself, glancing back over at Sorey. Every time he chases those little daydreams, all they do is run away from him. "Would it be troublesome if I tried some once in a while?"
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