#roathelyon

[larvalchimera]

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RoatheLyon Post

The day had been like any other. If anything, it was incredibly repetitive. Lyon muttering illiteracies in the name of Lua and whatever psychiatric episode he was experiencing today. Marie was... likely trying to drown Lyon out via her prayers. She worried about him, but there was only so much help she could provide. And then there was Roathe - the Devil of Tau, the Grand Carnus, eyes fixated on the priest as if he could see through this man and extract every last worry from his mind.

Roathe glanced down at his tome, sighing ever so slightly as if his own emotions had gravely inconvenienced him. His eyes flickered upwards at the priest, who had fallen against the alter, nails clawing into the wood with one hand. The other had a fistful of hair. Was his breath shaking? Roathe didn't understand the traumas behind Lyon's person, but everyone had trauma, if it were a competition, Roathe was sure he'd win.

"Stop your whining, Priest." Concern etched as disgust was a go-to. "Some of us are enjoying the silence." Said priest's eye glanced over his arm, recreating the Fall of Lucifer painting in some biblical aesthetic. Marie made a noise, hesitating with her words as if to stop him or tell him to be a tad softer with his words, and Roathe just waved a hand in dismissal.

"What..?" The voice was small, shaky. Like a small child plagued by the monster in their closet. He sounded as if he was on the cusp of tears, and Roathe felt a sliver of regret for speaking so harsh, but the harshness got through to him better than Marie's softness ever had.

"You heard me, Lyon." Roathe huffed as he stood up, approaching the cowardice ball which was the priest. His hand rested close to where Lyon's hand was, not to touch, or to stop him splintering skin until it bled. Just.. offering some form of awkward comfort. "You can have your pity party, but be silent about it."

Lyon blinked, his eyes flickering around to look anywhere but Roathe, his nose flaring with heavy breaths. "I... suppose you're right." Albeit stubborn, Lyon could see the irony in his breakdowns. He never talked about what ailed him. The deepest of his pain was between himself and Lua. Lyon supposed he could see the attempt at consolation Roathe was trying to offer him. The Devil let a brief flicker of relief fall unto his face as Lyon spoke, his hand slowly moving to rest on top of the priest's. Lyon flinched but accepted the touch nonetheless.

The way Lyon looked up at him, so helpless... broken. Fuck. Roathe felt genuinely bad for this poor man. "Come, stand. You look pathetic down there."

[larvalchimera]

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