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Post by Teja on Jan 1, 2017 21:34:13 GMT -5
She did not think, but she acceded at least in that she stopped talking about it.
He was so old, so set in his ways- her moment to tell him she needed to be on her own way came and then went untaken. She walked with him, perhaps a little timidly.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Jan 1, 2017 21:44:05 GMT -5
"I read once of various arts practiced among traveling charlatans in the lands of my father's ancestors, who would find abandoned children and imprison their bodies in masks and braces, hideous to behold, until the sad creatures' very bones grew into the monstrous shapes of their confinement and they were fit to display as the Father's castoffs," he said, staring ahead as he walked. "I feel that this city- no, this country- I feel we are all of us being pressed and contorted into something we were not meant to be, were never meant to be..."
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Post by Teja on Jan 1, 2017 21:47:45 GMT -5
"I don't think using child abduction and disfigurement as a metaphor for your struggles to embrace a society that revolves around the still-living that you would otherwise like to feed on is tactful."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Jan 1, 2017 21:49:18 GMT -5
"It is more than that," Johannes objected irritably. "Look at your husband. Look at what gaudy thing they are shaping him into."
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Post by Teja on Jan 1, 2017 21:50:55 GMT -5
"You should see him. Comes home after an event with his eyes lit up like a menorah, saying things like how he's wanted that recognition and approval all his life. I don't think you realize what a gaudy thing he was already."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Jan 1, 2017 21:54:29 GMT -5
"How glorious it must be for the believer, to live in an age of gods simply tumbling from the sky..."
He sounded nearly wistful.
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Post by Teja on Jan 1, 2017 21:56:57 GMT -5
She delicately shrugged.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Jan 1, 2017 22:00:36 GMT -5
"And how marvelous it must be, to be necessary to such a sad world as this," he reflected.
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Post by Teja on Jan 1, 2017 22:02:01 GMT -5
"....yeah," she said, tensely, and a little wistfully herself. "It's hard a little- nevermind, I'm sorry."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Jan 1, 2017 22:03:19 GMT -5
"Go on," he said softly, turning to look at her with uncommon gentleness in his face.
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Post by Teja on Jan 1, 2017 22:06:59 GMT -5
"...I only really have had Adrian and Loki for company lately, or David - who is a robot. His entire existence is crafted around functionality, and then there's me and I can barely do my laundry, or brush my own hair."
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Jan 1, 2017 22:16:34 GMT -5
He laughed sharply, bitterly, devoid of even the coldest amusement.
"A state of affairs I know all too well."
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Post by Teja on Jan 1, 2017 22:17:08 GMT -5
She reached out hesitantly to hold his hand.
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Post by Graf von Krolock on Jan 1, 2017 22:23:51 GMT -5
He took it, his hand chilly even through the soft leather of the glove, and looked at her.
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Post by Teja on Jan 1, 2017 22:25:49 GMT -5
"...I'm glad you stayed in New York," she said softly and sincerely.
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