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altimit2023-11-05 07:39 am
userunfriendly) wrote in altimit2023-11-05 07:39 am
11/05 — ΣHeartless Snaring Cathedral...?
Who: █████ & visitors
What: scheming
Where: Δ Hidden Forbidden Holy Ground (Hulle Granz Cathedral)
When: Sunday, 11/05
Warnings: to be added
[ Despite the ominous aura, the haunted tower has seen no shortage of visitors recently. But for those who gate in today the air itself is different. The skies are black, and the mist that had blanketed only the top of the tower now pours out across the plains, shrouding the ruined city from sight.
Anyone who goes looking for the master of the tower will find that the room he occupied before now holds only a single door, standing unsupported in the middle of the room. It beckons, tugging with a terrible compulsion — you know whatever sight awaits you is one you'll later wish you could forget, and yet... you look. But the door opens only onto the bridge leading to Hulle Granz Cathedral, where the first quiet strains of choral music through the open doors guides you on. ]
((Note: Characters are welcome to receive the location from any other player and gate directly to Δ Hidden Forbidden Holy Ground. Allowing those who found his tower inaccessible to come join, too, is cruelty.))
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(He's still hopeless, isn't he?)
But, no, the ray of light shining on through the cathedral following that end allows a sight that makes it clear that perhaps not all is all it seems. The stench of blood carried by the fierce fighting, the fierce headache and ringing, alongside the memories that burn through his entire body pale in comparison to how he feels, eyes only catching on the still body.
Then, there is something.
Something...else. No, not something. Someone!
Suddenly, Ganymede's heart feels so full. It isn't like he was leagues away when defeat had set upon Michel (Gorre), and he can't help himself, starting immediately towards him.
He wants to, like he had said, have him apologize for so many things. He wants to hear it all, whatever else had been hidden. He wants to shout at Michel still.
But, right now, most of all...
Ganymede wants to catch his beloved one in his own arms. He doesn't care how he appears, it is just strikingly Michel it can't be anyone else.
So he goes in for a tackle hug. Sorry not sorry for little to no warning. ]
MICHEL!!!!
You're here...it's you. It's really you...!
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Ganymede hits him like a tiny rocket, and he wobbles precariously, trying not to take Ganymede down with him though he puts one arm around him. ]
Oof—
[ That's an implicit "I suppose I deserved that." He'll manage it when the air is back in his lungs. ]
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But hey, Michel managed to hold on! That's something, right? ]
Oof is right. You have a lot of nerve, you know.
[ Ganymede says gently...yet harshly at the same time (how??? don't ask), burying his head into the other's chest, and clinging to him like koala. ]
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[ There's so many things Ganymede could justifiably be blaming him for. He reaches a hand up, hesitating uncertainly before he brushes his palm gently over Ganymede's hair. It's... strange to see his own hands again, the sleeves of an ordinary coat, feel the weight of his glasses on his nose. He feels utterly out of place here; but the way Ganymede fits in his arms is the same as he remembers. ]
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I'll give you that much of a choice.
[ How does he manage to make it sound threatening while he's clinging like a koala? His voice probably also sounds muffled from his position but also relatively clear.
Ganymede desperately wants to lean into the touch, and does, a little bit.... ]
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...No, I think... I think "later" is soon enough.
[ Please have mercy, Ganymede. Michel is glancing back over his shoulder as if in search of another piece of armor remaining for him to hide behind. ]
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Debatable, as he looks up at Michel's face from his position now, blue eyes crystalizing into a thoughtful look, before his eyes close, and he huffs. ]
I'll remember what you said that.
[ ... ]
...And you won't be able to get away then, got it?
[ He's starting to feel the adrenaline leave him, a distant pounding in his head, and tension making him feel a bit lethargic...no, perhaps extremely so. Things are peaceful enough for him to relax (while Michel is doing the opposite of that....) ]
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[ Is he thinking of Ganymede repeatedly scaling his giant monstrous form and dropping a sword of magic on him? Perhaps.
But his hand doesn't slow in stroking through Ganymede's hair. Soft. Just like he remembers... without really thinking about it, he leans down to bury his face in it and breathe in deeply. He can't believe he had ever started for forget the scent. ]
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[ Also, good.
He reaches up with one hand to sneak up that curtain of hair and barely reach to pinch one of his cheeks very hard.
Lovingly, but hard (no innuendo intended) nonetheless. ]
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After that...you will explain everything you have been keeping away from me. Don't leave anything out.
Also...I...you...
[ Ganymede mumbles something that sounds like a complaint, or means to be more of a rant or something like that. But, he also passes out before he can say anymore. Though, that is probably a good thing for Michel. ]
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[ For so many things. To so many people. All of those here, and quite a few who aren't...
The undignified yelp of surprise he lets out as Ganymede faints directly into his arms perhaps undercuts the heroic effect of him managing to catch his swooning boyfriend. Especially as the sound echoes a little in the emptied cathedral. But there's plenty of time to agonize over that embarrassment later, after he's carried Ganymede off to rest. ]