[Vicious is able to easily step forward, away, out of the point of view. Kronid is left where he had been standing, motionless, unresponsive, glassy-eyed and filthy.
The man in the doorway, however, gasps softly as he is answered. He hovers in place for a moment, body language uncertain...before, experimentally, he walks forward, out onto the doorstep. It's easier to pick out some of the details, now. The robes look traditional, singed as they are, and a large, ceremonial crucifix hangs around his neck.
His face is hard to focus on, lit strangely by the fire, as though viewing it through a thick haze. His features are somewhat indistinct, but....
Those eyes.
Those eyes cut through, wide and afraid and sad and so very blue.]
...It worked. It finally worked. It's been so long, I-
[But he knows the time is short. He grimaces, then continues.]
You can remember this time, yes? That you've seen this before?
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Date: 2023-03-05 03:10 am (UTC)The man in the doorway, however, gasps softly as he is answered. He hovers in place for a moment, body language uncertain...before, experimentally, he walks forward, out onto the doorstep. It's easier to pick out some of the details, now. The robes look traditional, singed as they are, and a large, ceremonial crucifix hangs around his neck.
His face is hard to focus on, lit strangely by the fire, as though viewing it through a thick haze. His features are somewhat indistinct, but....
Those eyes.
Those eyes cut through, wide and afraid and sad and so very blue.]
...It worked. It finally worked. It's been so long, I-
[But he knows the time is short. He grimaces, then continues.]
You can remember this time, yes? That you've seen this before?