@radioaf whispered a line !!
m!a: rp sentient ( accepting! )
"You seem more frantic than normal, mon chéri, would you like to talk about it?"
(Hi Vox, sorry for everything Al has done he is pain even to me, and this magic anon thing i hope it ends soon for you)
more frantic? of course he was. he couldn't seem to think straight. everything happening around him happened simultaneously. it took over - stimulation to a whole new level he had never experienced. voices in his mind, presences he never knew existed and now could barely look away from. and they were everywhere. all the time. it was quieter, now, a down time, perhaps, but it only left him wondering how much peace he would have before it started back up again.
alastor would always be a welcome sight, especially this one. they were having dates and silly moments all the time, and he knew, oh, he knew where their most prominent one was going, he knew where it would end. it was a major spoiler, but one welcome one.
❛ i don't know how to start. ❜ he admits it softly, reaching for him, even as his gaze travels north.
he finds a myriad a energy and moving parts. there's chaos in the space above alastor, where his puppeteer sits. where heat and chill meet, the movement of all things. the changing energy between spring and summer, bringing torrents of rain and whipping wind. and in the center of it all, a calm eye of the storm. sheltered and steady, offering a steady set of words that work to calm vox.
the apology is sincere, he thinks.
❛ thank you, chaos, ❜ he mumbles. how ironic.
❛ have you ever wondered if there were larger beings than us? you know. like ... gods, but ... more? i don't know. even grander? ❜