[closed] show me your inner workings; i trust you implicitly.
Who: purpletaint & redeify
What: Albedo and Dai meet up, at Dai's behest, because he has something to give him. A few somethings, actually.
Where: Cathedral.
When: Right now. :)
He had to admit, the prospect was rather exciting. When was the last time he had someone working beneath him who was so willing, so able, so eager to be a part of what he was doing, and knowingly? Had he ever, before? It all felt both new and familiar, and maybe there were a few reasons for that.
Admittedly, Dai had always had a fondness for kids. He'd always taken especially good care of the youngsters who came in alone, at a loss and in need of guidance; malleable in their thought processes, susceptible to suggestion, easily coerced, easily directed towards destructive paths without ever understanding where the blame truly lay. Their faith was something he always hoped for, and his actions something he always protected them from at the same time. A little give and take.
To be around a child like Albedo, though, one who was quite happy to do everything he asked for to alleviate the tedium, as long as he knew all the gritty little details, someone who actually revelled in what they could do together... well. That was rather refreshing, in truth. He supposed that was something he ought to feel bad about, but that seemed like a rather human thing, being concerned with the innocence of one so young. And he wasn't human. He wasn't concerned about those tricky little details. Perhaps at one time, perhaps a very long time ago before the consequences of his decisions really took hold, but not these days. Not within recent memory, and there was no understanding the way he used to feel, any more.
... As for Albedo himself, it seemed to Dai that he was never one whose innocence was in need of protecting. It seemed to be in his nature, an intrinsic pattern, and who knew what had been done to make him so, if anything?
Some children were just born as rotten fruit, weren't they.
Today, as he sat waiting outside, he was completely alone. The clouds felt overbearing - thick and dark, the oppression of the red zones never too far from mind or body, even in that safe haven - and the windows of the Cathedral were dark and still, not a soul to be seen. He'd sent the apparitions away for the time being, the idea being to make this a little bit more personal, a little special - and, of course, to keep his activity out of prying eyes. He'd done enough to gain trust with the Childs, on the whole. At this point, he just wanted a little bit of space.
Not that it was awful to spend his time around half-naked beings for the better part of his day, but the conversation or lack thereof became, at times, a little taxing. He was looking forward to speaking to someone a little more cerebral, and a little less instinctive.
What: Albedo and Dai meet up, at Dai's behest, because he has something to give him. A few somethings, actually.
Where: Cathedral.
When: Right now. :)
He had to admit, the prospect was rather exciting. When was the last time he had someone working beneath him who was so willing, so able, so eager to be a part of what he was doing, and knowingly? Had he ever, before? It all felt both new and familiar, and maybe there were a few reasons for that.
Admittedly, Dai had always had a fondness for kids. He'd always taken especially good care of the youngsters who came in alone, at a loss and in need of guidance; malleable in their thought processes, susceptible to suggestion, easily coerced, easily directed towards destructive paths without ever understanding where the blame truly lay. Their faith was something he always hoped for, and his actions something he always protected them from at the same time. A little give and take.
To be around a child like Albedo, though, one who was quite happy to do everything he asked for to alleviate the tedium, as long as he knew all the gritty little details, someone who actually revelled in what they could do together... well. That was rather refreshing, in truth. He supposed that was something he ought to feel bad about, but that seemed like a rather human thing, being concerned with the innocence of one so young. And he wasn't human. He wasn't concerned about those tricky little details. Perhaps at one time, perhaps a very long time ago before the consequences of his decisions really took hold, but not these days. Not within recent memory, and there was no understanding the way he used to feel, any more.
... As for Albedo himself, it seemed to Dai that he was never one whose innocence was in need of protecting. It seemed to be in his nature, an intrinsic pattern, and who knew what had been done to make him so, if anything?
Some children were just born as rotten fruit, weren't they.
Today, as he sat waiting outside, he was completely alone. The clouds felt overbearing - thick and dark, the oppression of the red zones never too far from mind or body, even in that safe haven - and the windows of the Cathedral were dark and still, not a soul to be seen. He'd sent the apparitions away for the time being, the idea being to make this a little bit more personal, a little special - and, of course, to keep his activity out of prying eyes. He'd done enough to gain trust with the Childs, on the whole. At this point, he just wanted a little bit of space.
Not that it was awful to spend his time around half-naked beings for the better part of his day, but the conversation or lack thereof became, at times, a little taxing. He was looking forward to speaking to someone a little more cerebral, and a little less instinctive.