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[filter: lilith (private)]
[this starts with the creak of a chair, before Abel's voice filters through, quiet and soft. the children have finally gone to sleep, tonight... however difficult it still was to convince them their dreaming would no longer be plagued by monsters and dark and cold and endless chases through dead wood. he exhales a heavy sigh...]
I truly... wish, you were here now.
[even if his tone of voice is resigned, weary... even defeated, it's only a sign of the times. Abel hasn't given up...]
They need you. ...All of them.
In times of crisis, your smile could pick up men who spirits were broken beyond repair. Words from your lips, however... simple, on the surface, could mend the holes in their hearts, and I...
[...]
...I am... no substitute for you, Lilith... [none at all...]
[a lengthy pause, as he rubs a hand over his face before continuing.]
I believe you can hear my voice, out there. That you're watching me, as... you said you would. And if you can... if, there ever was a time for you to listen... I am begging you. Not as a man, not-- even as the man you married... please. ...Please, please.
Please... come back...
[there is pain, and he can't soothe it... he can't erase it... can't make it better... and he's afraid, for the first time in a long time, that no matter what strength he possesses -- he is no match for this.
the journal softly closes.]
[filtered to: the castle itself]
If you are able to read this, as... I suspect you are...
...Thank you. If it was-- you, who gave us the information past residents left behind regarding that creature... thank you.
You communicated with them in the past, didn't you...? If there's something stopping you from doing so now... or a reason you're holding back... I hope you, at the very least, are able to understand that whatever meager guidance you offered, even if for your own benefit...
It's something I can't thank you enough for. Please know I won't forget this.
[...he wants to say more.
but he'll leave it at that.] [/end filter]
[filter: clark kent]
Clark? Might we have a word, when you've got a moment? [/end filter]
[if you are on the roof or the front lawn anytime between late evening and mid-morning, you might notice a slightly strange sight.
what, pray tell? why, it is a priest! a priest, grumbling to himself about a cold and looking generally miserable and self-pitying, occasionally attractively rubbing nose on his sleeve and, more interestingly, wielding a rather large pair of binoculars like so.
IS HE SPYING? SPYING ON YOU?! on your neighbors? IS HE A VOYEUR COME TO SCOPE OUT YOUR SUGGESTIVE SILHOUETTES THROUGH YOUR CASTLE WINDOWS?! who knows. perhaps one simply need to investigate.
just... be careful if you catch him on the roof. it'd be unfortunate if you startled him and he toppled off. priest pancakes are not as delicious as the name may imply.]
I miss the beach. Why couldn't it have gone back to the beach...? The girls were so pretty... [MELODRAMATIC SNIFF and a wistful sigh... ah, Los Angeles. one misses thee. come to think of it, didn't a certain attractive redhead fall from the skies of LA this time of year...?]
[ooc: open for journal or... for the roof... or... the lawn flksjdf just specify where in your tag! ALSO I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY ANTICS THAT MAY INDUCE YOUR CHARACTERS EARS TO BLEED OR OTHERWISE SUGGEST THEY JUMP OFF THE ROOF TO ESCAPE HIS IDIOCY. prepare to be derped on at your own hazard. /SQUINTS]
[this starts with the creak of a chair, before Abel's voice filters through, quiet and soft. the children have finally gone to sleep, tonight... however difficult it still was to convince them their dreaming would no longer be plagued by monsters and dark and cold and endless chases through dead wood. he exhales a heavy sigh...]
I truly... wish, you were here now.
[even if his tone of voice is resigned, weary... even defeated, it's only a sign of the times. Abel hasn't given up...]
They need you. ...All of them.
In times of crisis, your smile could pick up men who spirits were broken beyond repair. Words from your lips, however... simple, on the surface, could mend the holes in their hearts, and I...
[...]
...I am... no substitute for you, Lilith... [none at all...]
[a lengthy pause, as he rubs a hand over his face before continuing.]
I believe you can hear my voice, out there. That you're watching me, as... you said you would. And if you can... if, there ever was a time for you to listen... I am begging you. Not as a man, not-- even as the man you married... please. ...Please, please.
Please... come back...
[there is pain, and he can't soothe it... he can't erase it... can't make it better... and he's afraid, for the first time in a long time, that no matter what strength he possesses -- he is no match for this.
the journal softly closes.]
[filtered to: the castle itself]
If you are able to read this, as... I suspect you are...
...Thank you. If it was-- you, who gave us the information past residents left behind regarding that creature... thank you.
You communicated with them in the past, didn't you...? If there's something stopping you from doing so now... or a reason you're holding back... I hope you, at the very least, are able to understand that whatever meager guidance you offered, even if for your own benefit...
It's something I can't thank you enough for. Please know I won't forget this.
[...he wants to say more.
but he'll leave it at that.] [/end filter]
[filter: clark kent]
Clark? Might we have a word, when you've got a moment? [/end filter]
[if you are on the roof or the front lawn anytime between late evening and mid-morning, you might notice a slightly strange sight.
what, pray tell? why, it is a priest! a priest, grumbling to himself about a cold and looking generally miserable and self-pitying, occasionally attractively rubbing nose on his sleeve and, more interestingly, wielding a rather large pair of binoculars like so.
IS HE SPYING? SPYING ON YOU?! on your neighbors? IS HE A VOYEUR COME TO SCOPE OUT YOUR SUGGESTIVE SILHOUETTES THROUGH YOUR CASTLE WINDOWS?! who knows. perhaps one simply need to investigate.
just... be careful if you catch him on the roof. it'd be unfortunate if you startled him and he toppled off. priest pancakes are not as delicious as the name may imply.]
I miss the beach. Why couldn't it have gone back to the beach...? The girls were so pretty... [MELODRAMATIC SNIFF and a wistful sigh... ah, Los Angeles. one misses thee. come to think of it, didn't a certain attractive redhead fall from the skies of LA this time of year...?]
[ooc: open for journal or... for the roof... or... the lawn flksjdf just specify where in your tag! ALSO I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY ANTICS THAT MAY INDUCE YOUR CHARACTERS EARS TO BLEED OR OTHERWISE SUGGEST THEY JUMP OFF THE ROOF TO ESCAPE HIS IDIOCY. prepare to be derped on at your own hazard. /SQUINTS]