"Tell me of your sorrows."

[aslandish]

/voicemail/

The sound of waves lapping against the seashore and wind whispering through the trees is all that can be heard.

He is listening.

/action/

Do you have a need, a problem that cannot be solved? The desire for a sympathetic ear? Whether it be day or night, indoors or out, he will find you.

[ooc: Consider this Aslan's answering machine

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[walkthedawn]

[He's not sure if Aslan is there or resting or...elsewhere, but he leaves a message anyway.]

Thank you... For last night, I mean. I really appreciated it.

[aslandish]

[ Out and about though he usually is, the message does not go unheard. He doesn't reply via the NV (it's not his preference in general), but later in the day, his path will take him by wherever Riku may be. ]

[walkthedawn]

[On the outskirts of the woods, the Keybearer stands just looking, listening to nothing in particular. His mind's a blank. Riku smells him, feels him, before he sees Aslan approach. He absently smiles.]

[aslandish]

[ Footfalls silent despite their weight, he approaches Riku without a sound, seating himself on the ground beside the youngster -- the lion he usually is instead of the cat from last night.

He waits. ]

February 15th, 8:00 am / Crow's Head Beach

[acemedium]

[It had been a long time since Maya set foot in this part of the city. Not since Grimmjow's attack....]

[She isn't really sure what she's doing here - when her most vivid memory of it was when she was nearly beaten to death and discarded in the sand. But she'd take that over everything that's happened recently in a heartbeat - even if nobody's being physically hurt (for the moment)]

[But it's not like she can't do that. Things are the way they are, and as always - she's useless. Just what has she done since getting here? What good is she, really? She hasn't helped anyone - hasn't made anyone's days any brighter - she can't do anything for Phoenix or for anyone, and because of her--]

[With nothing else to focus on or distract her, it's these kind of thoughts that are filling her head as she stares out into the water. It's raining, and she's got no umbrella, but she can't even feel it]

sorry for the delay @_@;

[aslandish]

[ Some things are rehearsed, arranged, and planned for, and though such times may often seem rare, there can be purpose in the unexpected, in chance as one would have it.

This day is no different.

It's why, at some point during her reverie, Maya may notice a cat sitting at her feet, dingy and brown thanks to the poor lighting and weather. His eyes are golden, though, a strange sort of intelligence in them if she cares to take notice. ]

((ooc: Hope you don't mind the kitty-ness; he may get larger later.))

Ahh, no worries! Sorry for the melodrama sob

[acemedium]

[OOC: That is also cool! Daww kitty]

[She's so lost in her own world that it takes her a few minutes to notice she's not alone. A cat was the last thing she expected to see, and even though she wasn't fond of them... But it does snap her out of it - even just a little bit]

A cat...?

[What is a cat doing here? Just sitting... at her feet? It must be some mistake, right? Maybe it thinks she can shield him from the rain somehow..?]

Ah... you should find shelter.

S'all right! He is a mighty counselor c:

[aslandish]

[ There is no mistake, which is why the cat just continues to stare. Clearly, he is not going anywhere. ]

[youllsayit]

[Lucifer isn't sure if he's seeking the lion, or waiting for the lion to come to him. In any case, when he sees him, Lucifer smiles as slow and serpentine as ever.]

I think it's time for a walk.

[aslandish]

[ Whether he is seeking him out or not, there are certain places that Aslan can usually be found. During the day, it's the woodlands of Sector 7 or the shores that frame the island.

Today, it's Crow's Head Beach, deserted and unwelcoming thanks to the coming winter chill. He stands alone, the waves lapping at his paws, as if contemplating the horizon.

Perhaps he was waiting. Perhaps it was chance. Either way, he turns when Lucifer approaches, the bite in the air lessening the closer he comes. His presence speaks of summer no matter what the time of year.

Considering the other for a moment, Aslan's falls in step with the fallen angel. He greets him with a question. ]

What would you ask?

[abrotherlikeyou]

[He lets them get away for a few steps before he answers.]

I've been talking to Elaine. Mostly about her uncle, but it did leave me with questions about you.

[He glances at Aslan]

You are a Creator, aren't you?

[aslandish]

I am.

[ Simply, without embellishment. For all his power, Aslan is decidedly lacking in any kind of conceit. ]

voicemail/action/something

[paterelohim]

[He wakes up from a dead sleep between his nighttime shifts and clenches his hands reflexively in the blanket. Something is wrong.

Not wrong- different.

His voice echoes quietly in the empty living room.]

What did you do?

God Radio; private line~

[aslandish]

[ The answer is not immediate, and though he would normally appear in person, he is currently occupied with an not-so-expected guest.

His words are audible, though -- a whisper and no more, for no one's ears but His. ]

I healed him.

God Radio; private line~

[paterelohim]

[... No.

No. It can't be. It's impossible. Nobody could do that, nobody but-

but Him. But no, no, Aslan wouldn't do that to Him. That would be the worst kind of overstepping, no-]

What do you mean, you healed him? Where are you?

God Radio; private line~

[aslandish]

[ There's a slight delay before he answers, but answer he does -- a vision of leafy boughs deep in Sector 7.

Quietly, he says: ]

I healed his vessel.

[ A beat. ]

The fire will no longer scar him.

[abrotherlikeyou]

[Lucifer shows up, and is always quietly surprised that he is welcome. He knows that the only beings kept out are those who are hostile...and it's disorienting to be in a place that feels so familiar and not be hostile.

But he stands, waiting for Aslan to come. He would ordinarily seek him out directly, but he has business to discuss this time, and so he takes the fastest route: oddly enough, right now that means waiting.]

[aslandish]

[ His home is a refuge, not just for himself but for all who would seek shelter. So long as those who pass through bear no ill intent towards himself or others, they are free to enter as the choose.

The trees are bare, stripped of leaves save for the evergreens, but there is still a sort of vibrancy in the air and earth that even the winter chill could not strip away.

His approach is a quiet one, great velveted paws making no sound as he pads towards his visitor. He knows why he has come. ]

[abrotherlikeyou]

[Lucifer is standing and just breathing it all in. It aches, not as vividly as contact with most holy things does, but it's still there. Still a constant reminder that he has been cast out.

And yet....

When he turns to face Aslan he finds the same calm expression he had once seen on his father's face. But with Aslan it's different--Aslan isn't dear old Daddy. Aslan doesn't want him to suffer. Lucifer genuinely believes that; but he also knows that Aslan would never defy God over it. He doesn't love Lucifer that much.

But that's fine. He doesn't need to. Love, loyalty, those are not things Lucifer cares for much anymore anyway. Really.

He smiles slightly for the lion.]

I have a proposition for you.

[aslandish]

[ He eyes the other in silence for a moment, a curious depth to that solemn gaze. There are only so many things Lucifer would ask of him, and though he has his own thoughts on what they may be, he would sooner hear the truth from Lucifer himself. ]

Ask.