[ — the point where Communion violently begins is born from the sense of intimate connection developed between two individuals.
It is very obviously a burning, bright thing from Set, whose mind scatters into the corners of those he has forged some sort of companionship with — for duty, for responsibility, for fun, for solemn vow. What arrives is the briefest sense of rising disorientation, woven through with a burst of wrath and grief so white-hot that it might char flesh from bone within seconds, shot through with rapture and the whiplash of love. It rises like a dying, murderous sun ( like Meridian ) — stifling and acute and suffocating — only to be tempered within seconds, by the cool, crisp wash of the dark sea ( like Zenith ), tempered and soothed with all edges laid flat once more.
The Communion plunges into quiet and calm, like a great, purring beast, and ends as abruptly as it began. ]
[ whatever john was doing just then stops mattering. this time, he doesn't get swept up in it because this time, he knows where he ends and everything else begins.
he reaches out, curious but not without concern as well. whatever had caused such a flurry of emotion must be significant. how he had gotten the strong Meridian presence before the Zenith had soothed is also of interest, but for now, all questions lead to the same place. ]
[ This is not the first time they have collided within one another, courtesy of the thinned veil between them. Sometimes he finds himself looking toward Highstorm, as if he has just heard his name called by a voice that sounds like John's. ( It is a different reason he burns his way into John, contrasted to the other minds he has poured himself throughout — too large for his limited form and seeking the sprawl of eternity within others. ) ]
We found the temple.
[ The one Cassian spoke of, in Communion. The one he has admitted to being directed to by Zenith's leader. ]
I think you would have had a similar reaction, if you were here. I do not know why I think that.
[ his interest is immediate, and the tone of the Communion shifts on his end. the anxious static of concern fades, pushed aside by a hungry curiosity. he wants to know what it is and the mysteries it contains so he can figure out where to place it in his growing mental map of this world. ]
Did it remind you of home?
[ he isn't sure why he calls it home. his world hasn't felt like home in a long time. he was a wanderer, simultaneously the hunter and the hunted. never resting. a dwindling hope of ever returning to his own system because his lyctors died faster than his enemies.
at least he'd had his war.
for set's benefit then, even though he has no idea if he might feel the same way as a human might. john can only assume, remembering the image of the woman he'd seen when they'd been together in Communion with the Tree. for a moment, she had been annabel and quetzalcoatl and someone he had never seen before all at once. it's a reasonable assumption to make, but he's been wrong plenty. ]
[ John Gaius has easily become someone he enjoys speaking with. It is that voracious curiosity, the yearning he has to selfishly possess information for the sake of — what? He is up front about his desire to entrust himself to the balancing party, the Tree that speaks almost of neutrality ( although, it must have its own agenda, as well ), and he strives to learn. He is, to Set, the perfect compliment, for he yearns to obtain wisdom and knowledge and bequeath it onto others. ]
More than remind me of it, it appears of it. You have noticed the similarities between our origins and the world here, have you not? Particularly in Springstar.
[ john always enjoys exchanging ideas and the fact that he can say precisely what he's thinking. it's a good balance, even if he wasn't deliberately seeking that out. he tends to get stuck in his ways, but that's not easy to do when you have to keep up with set. ]
Do you mean their whole Roman schtick? Yes.
[ springstar was always too bright for his tastes, but he otherwise appreciated the aesthetic. it was impossible to miss the places seemingly drawn from a common source of inspiration. ]
So, the temple is the real deal? [ a pause. ] Well, I could speculate about that all day, but I'll start by asking what exactly that means to you.
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hyperpotamous) wrote2023-03-17 10:44 am
BACKDATED TO LATE WARQU, PRE-BEACH.
It is very obviously a burning, bright thing from Set, whose mind scatters into the corners of those he has forged some sort of companionship with — for duty, for responsibility, for fun, for solemn vow. What arrives is the briefest sense of rising disorientation, woven through with a burst of wrath and grief so white-hot that it might char flesh from bone within seconds, shot through with rapture and the whiplash of love. It rises like a dying, murderous sun ( like Meridian ) — stifling and acute and suffocating — only to be tempered within seconds, by the cool, crisp wash of the dark sea ( like Zenith ), tempered and soothed with all edges laid flat once more.
The Communion plunges into quiet and calm, like a great, purring beast, and ends as abruptly as it began. ]
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he reaches out, curious but not without concern as well. whatever had caused such a flurry of emotion must be significant. how he had gotten the strong Meridian presence before the Zenith had soothed is also of interest, but for now, all questions lead to the same place. ]
Set? What's happened?
[ because something clearly has. ]
no subject
We found the temple.
[ The one Cassian spoke of, in Communion. The one he has admitted to being directed to by Zenith's leader. ]
I think you would have had a similar reaction, if you were here. I do not know why I think that.
[ it just feels like the right thing to "know" ]
no subject
[ his interest is immediate, and the tone of the Communion shifts on his end. the anxious static of concern fades, pushed aside by a hungry curiosity. he wants to know what it is and the mysteries it contains so he can figure out where to place it in his growing mental map of this world. ]
Did it remind you of home?
[ he isn't sure why he calls it home. his world hasn't felt like home in a long time. he was a wanderer, simultaneously the hunter and the hunted. never resting. a dwindling hope of ever returning to his own system because his lyctors died faster than his enemies.
at least he'd had his war.
for set's benefit then, even though he has no idea if he might feel the same way as a human might. john can only assume, remembering the image of the woman he'd seen when they'd been together in Communion with the Tree. for a moment, she had been annabel and quetzalcoatl and someone he had never seen before all at once. it's a reasonable assumption to make, but he's been wrong plenty. ]
no subject
More than remind me of it, it appears of it. You have noticed the similarities between our origins and the world here, have you not? Particularly in Springstar.
no subject
Do you mean their whole Roman schtick? Yes.
[ springstar was always too bright for his tastes, but he otherwise appreciated the aesthetic. it was impossible to miss the places seemingly drawn from a common source of inspiration. ]
So, the temple is the real deal? [ a pause. ] Well, I could speculate about that all day, but I'll start by asking what exactly that means to you.