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Post by Sharei on Dec 29, 2018 2:35:55 GMT -6
I'm fine. He steadied the shaking thought and took Malthiel's offered hand. His mental touch with Sohl was affectionate and grateful. He drew them both into what was probably the equivalent of a mental embrace. Mal, I'm coming to you. Stay where you are. Sohl - could you... give us a little... I'm sorry to ask.
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Post by MP on Dec 29, 2018 2:37:37 GMT -6
Sohl’s answer was a good-natured, almost relieved withdrawal to a mental corner. His consciousness nestled there, spinning walls and distractions about itself like a spider, doing its best to block out the unfamiliar crowd.
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Post by Marshmallow on Dec 29, 2018 2:38:17 GMT -6
The sudden absence of Sohl's presence was almost as jarring as his first appearance. A questing thread of thought followed the icarim's retreat, his curiosity of the how and why and everything else still running like a stream. It took an effort to stem the flow, rein himself back from that faint, nestled figure in the back of his mind, but once his focus shifted, he found it easier to direct his thoughts. He turned to Isaac then.
You'll show me how to do that, right?
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Post by Sharei on Dec 29, 2018 2:39:32 GMT -6
Of course, Isaac replied, his mental thought warm and as comforting as he could make it. Behind it, some of the panic and disturbed thoughts were turning brighter colors, the hows and whys blossoming into possibilities. I'll be with you soon.
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Post by Marshmallow on Dec 29, 2018 5:23:24 GMT -6
Malthiel nodded, and the gesture was echoed by the mental impression of his presence. He did his best to mimic Sohl then, collecting the stray tendrils of his thoughts and bundling himself back into his own mental corner. As best he could, anyway. Flickers of his jumbled emotions and frayed nerves continued to broadcast, as the hastily-constructed walls he placed around his own thoughts were the effort of a true novice.
It was easier once his focus turned outward again, onto the physical world around him rather than the impressions and feelings bouncing around inside his head. He looked around his darkened bedroom, seeking the familiar with which he could ground himself. But he didn't need to look. The darkness pulsed and jittered in time with his emotions, and through them he felt every rigid contour of the furniture, and the gentle rise and fall of Duchess' flank as the cat slept at the foot of his bed. His gaze turned slowly to the bedside table, to the Darkstone still sitting in its perfectly molded case, apart from him.
A fresh wave of anxiety began to twist the shadows and prickle his thoughts. He chewed his lip in silence, and waited for Isaac.
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Post by Sharei on Mar 17, 2019 8:18:51 GMT -6
It did not take long for Isaac to go to Malthiel. He needed only to get dressed and warn his servants that he'd be away, that he may not return in the coming days and that he would be at Malthiel's, and then he was away. This late at night it took only a step through the darkness to reach him, and in the next breath, he was through a shadow in the corner of the Shoggoth's bedroom.
Not Shoggoth. Not entirely. Not anymore. Isaac did not know what to call him, just as he did not know what to call himself.
Malthiel was sitting in bed as lovely as ever, even if the edges of his expression were frayed with panic. Isaac smoothed a hand down his brother's (his brother's!) hair and stroked his cheek comfortingly as he came to rest on the edge of the bed. His mental presence was a warm embrace.
"Are you alright?"
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