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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 13, 2008 12:20:41 GMT -5
Well he did understand something of it. The living world was no longer his natural realm either, but be stayed on for various reason.
The sensation was a bit odd--he could actually feel it in the dead bone at the tip of his finger--but not altogether unsettling.
"Are they sentient, or merely unfathomable? Do they like to be stroked, or would that be insulting?"
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Post by Julian on Oct 13, 2008 12:31:07 GMT -5
*Julian's brow lowered, as if the question had been in some foreign language.*
"I...they..." *He pursed his lips, dumbstruck for a moment.*
"The action is inconsequential. It is the intention that they perceive. It must be enacted in good will. It is to feel...motive." *He didn't understand why it was so hard to explain something so intuitive to himself. But Destler seemed to be managing.*
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 13, 2008 12:35:40 GMT -5
"They are certainly interesting."
He gently passed his hand through a thicker part of the tendril he'd been playing with and stroked a pair of fingers along its underside, curious.
"Can more of them become like you?"
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Post by Julian on Oct 13, 2008 12:38:49 GMT -5
*Julian was confused by the question. Destler had never been this curious around him. About him. It made him feel...strange.*
"I am unsure if such an event should be possible again." *He started.* "Even if another like me was to be...it would not be the same. They are...what's the word....companion? Part of self, but not the entirety."
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 13, 2008 12:44:02 GMT -5
"And what about you, then?"
He stepped closer, grinning under the mask and silently inviting the...whatever they were to explore him.
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Post by Julian on Oct 13, 2008 12:55:11 GMT -5
*Julian arched his brow.*
"Me?" *He asked.* "What is it that you are asking?"
*The tendril slipped up over Destler's wrist, but slowed almost as if hesitant to go higher.*
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 13, 2008 13:00:48 GMT -5
"If they are only part of a whole, then how did you come into being, and why can they not do the same?" He was only curious, speaking lightly with a laugh on his voice at the sensation of the weird being curled around his hand. "Go on then, whatever-you-are. You can't possibly find me ugly, seeing as you've no eyes, after all."
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Post by Julian on Oct 13, 2008 13:05:25 GMT -5
*Julian answered as honestly as possibly.*
"There was...an abnormality in the copulation of my mother and father. Perhaps it was this place, or my mother's...unique qualities. My conception was unexpected. And as of yet, unexplainable."
*The tendril continued forward, passing through Destler's arm as it traveled further up.*
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 13, 2008 13:18:15 GMT -5
"So then, you were never 'born' at all. I have not met your father, he is no longer with M. Erik?" That was understandable of course, and he couldn't imagine it being his strange double's fault in any way.
Now he could feel the chill from the creature, clashing with his own hellish heat, but it was not unpleasant or uncomfortable, it merely was. He turned his arm carefully, watching the thing progress and wondering at it. "Does it seek anything in particular?"
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Post by Julian on Oct 13, 2008 13:25:27 GMT -5
"My father does not recognize me." *Julian answered with only the slightest trace of bitterness.*
*His gaze drifted to the interaction, watching the dance for a silent moment.*
"Understanding. You are...not like many that find their way down here."
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 13, 2008 13:29:14 GMT -5
"Surely that is understandable. Children don't spring up between men, after all."
The composer pulled his other hand over his arm, stroking along the tendril softly.
"I did not find my way down here, I made my way. I always make my way, wherever I wish, so long as there is some light and some darkness."
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Post by Julian on Oct 13, 2008 13:48:05 GMT -5
"But I have." *Julian parried.*
*He watched the two beings study each other.*
"They have never seen the light. It is not...for us. The darkness is better."
Safer.
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 13, 2008 13:51:40 GMT -5
"You are not a child, Julian. I suspect you never were."
He became quite comfortable with the being curled around his arm and let it do as it would, focusing his attention back on the pretty young man.
"My way is in the shadows, in between. I have a hard time believing these lovely creatures--and you--are merely creatures of darkness alone."
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Post by Julian on Oct 13, 2008 14:02:49 GMT -5
*Julian's curiosity resurfaced.*
"What do you mean? Is the darkness...ill-suited? It seems to have served well enough so far."
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 13, 2008 14:07:13 GMT -5
"But you have become like a human being--don't you think you should experience many more things as such than hiding away in these dank halls? Don't you yearn for anything beyond your mother's limited grasp?"
His tone clearly indicated the he meant no insult toward M. Erik, but Julian had such great potential, all of which could not possibly be explored in this limited space.
"Does the light harm you, and them?"
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