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[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

Who: Noric Pellaeon and Xavier Elder
Where: the Sacred City
When: Year 199 - 20?
What: The End

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Re: [EARLY 200]

[negativecharge.insanejournal.com]

[it reaches a painful, sharp pitch. a desire threads into it, but it's not a pleasant one. no, you know what kind of desire comes wrapped up in these kinds of feelings.]

Re: [EARLY 200]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

[crying a little]

I want to die, I don't want to die, I want to die...

Re: [EARLY 200]

[negativecharge.insanejournal.com]

[the emotions start... cutting off. one by one. it gets quieter and quieter.]

Re: [EARLY 200]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

[there's movement from inside the house, worry, and then Noric's opening the window shutter, dishevelled and pale.]

Xavier?

Re: [EARLY 200]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

No, no, come back, don't die, come back.

Re: [EARLY 200]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

[disappears from the window, and then he's there, crouching down in front of him.]

Xavier. Xavier, calm down.

Re: [EARLY 200]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

They're gone, Noric, I'm gone, we're all gone.

Re: [EARLY 200]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

[grips his shoulders]

You are not. We are not. What happened?

Re: [EARLY 200]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

The ocean is withdrawing, it's fading, nothingness... [shakes his head, trying to clear it] I-We--It's hard to think straight.

Re: [EARLY 200]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

[glances in the direction of the sea temple, pressing his lips together. then turns back to Xavier, and pulls him in close.]

Focus on me. Just me.

Re: [EARLY 200]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

Right. [sucking in a deep breath] I can ... I can do that. Of course.

Re: [EARLY 200]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

[it's what you've come to expect; his usual calm, only tempered by tiredness and tension, and the lingering shiver of pain that never seems to go away now.]

You said... the ocean is fading?

Re: [EARLY 200]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

We're gone. No. Wait. They're gone. They're gone. [his voice rises]

Re: [EARLY 200]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

[tightens his grip around him. his voice is a bit shaky.]

I hear you. Please calm down.

Re: [EARLY 200]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

Sorry. I'm so sorry.

Re: [EARLY 200]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

It's not your fault.

Re: [EARLY 200]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

If I wasn't like this... [shakes his head] No. You're right. It's not my fault. It's just hard to sift through all of ... this.

Re: [EARLY 200]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

Come on. Let's go inside.

[stands, tugging him up with him]

Re: [EARLY 200]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

[tugged, stumbling, but walking straight]

Re: [EARLY 200]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

[keeping an arm around his shoulder until they get inside :(]

Re: [EARLY 200]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

[he doesn't talk, biting his tongue]

Re: [EARLY 200]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

[leads him to the table - with four chairs around it, now, finished with great determination - and makes him sit down]

I'll get some tea.

Re: [EARLY 200]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

[tea? oh yes, tea]

All ... All right.

Re: [EARLY 200]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

[moves off to stoke the cooking fire, putting water on to boil.]

Re: [EARLY 200]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

[touching his ears lightly]