Token for the Ferryman

[aegrus_letalis]

"The tomb, it is empty?" He asked, brows furrowed deeply into a groove that neither announces stress nor any particular sort of worry. No, he is simply thinking, tracing his fingers in the cold snow lying on a still colder rock. Everything seemed frozen here. Even time. And this why he does not like to come here often. Ever. Not since the last time

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[dealing_death]

The moment she arrived in Budapest coming to this place, this tomb, was always at the back of her mind. She had not returned to where her parents were put to rest since her encounter with Lothoro. There was a part of her that hoped and regardless of belief prayed every day that it was some sort of twisted dream. She wished that when she returned again to pay homage to the last of her family she would find them sitting there smiling

[lothoro]

It was impossible not to feel her presence the moment she entered the tomb. Blood called to blood, a thread of some undercurrent of a link that was irreplaceable and undeniable no matter how hard he tried to bury it after their falling out. It tugged at his soul, bidding him to turn to see her fully but he decided not to, not yet, pocketing the item he had found as a history of memories of her turned in his mind like pages from a old book. Once the memories tormented him, now they were a story...a fabled story that passed into legend and, one day perhaps, fiction

[dealing_death]

Hearing him speak shattered the thought that he was not real. His voice reverberated off the stone with all the warmth and depth she remembered. Their eyes met and she felt a deep twinge of pain. They were the same warm color she remembered from before the incident that cost him his memory of her and of what they had. He lived with no regrets and she was filled with them. Too many to name. Or fix. Especially now.

"No-- no one called for me." Selene corrected him softly, much softer then even she expected her own voice to be. It was this place. Something about it clawed at her from the inside, making her feel like she should run. Wait -- she swallowed hard, against a wave of concern. "Why would they have called

[lothoro]

No one had called her? He wondered how contained this incident was within tendrils of those left behind. He felt like Selene sounded even though he fed on sarcasm only hinged by enough decorum left behind to prevent him from dryly choking out 'heaven?' It was not meant to be humorous but sarcastic, mirroring the acrid mistrust now of those he trusted to keep the tomb and its eternally slumbering Elders safe.

Instead, he could only numbly shake his head and reply a clumsy "I don't know." Bringing out the coin from his pocket, he showed it to her. "Turul. I found it in the tomb."

For a moment, he reached out, a hand on her shoulder. But it slipped away, brushing down her arm as if his was too heavy to hold up. Wiping his face with his hand, he tried to begin again. "Amelia was gone before her body was...what could anyone want with that?" However, there were shadows on his face that spoke of many terrible things. Biology. Experimentation. DNA. But then why the coin