paradisa | a se - until everything shines

[as usual, Murphy's up with the sun, crawling out of bed to toss on his clothes and swiping his journal on the way out into the church proper. rubbing at his eyes, he plops the book down on the counter - the Paradisa equivalent of putting on the news - and starts making coffee. once his eyes have opened up sufficiently and his brain's online, he dictates idly as he goes about making breakfast]

Mornin', everyone. .... I gotta say, movin' out here to th' church was th' best decision me an' Connor made, so far. I'm gonna stop countin' the number of times I've been glad I haven't had to deal with all that random bullshit. No pretty little dresses, no riddles, no huffin' an' puffin' an' blowin' people's houses down ... s'been a pretty decent week. 'Course, we all know what goeth before th' fall, so I'll probably hafta answer fer that at some point or 'nother, but there's not much point in worryin' about it, is there...?

Anyways. Connor's got his own lil' project he's workin' on, lately, so I figure I may's well put my services out there. Anyone need any work done? Stuff fixed, or built, or whate'er? I can do a bit'a everythin', so just try me f'you do, and I'll see f'I can't get it done. Y'don't even hafta pay me, m'just lookin' to keep busy.

[speaking of busy. the coffee finishes and he pours himself a mug, then grabs a pencil from a cup on the counter and scribbles up a filter]

[Galadriel]

Good mornin', ma'am. Sorry t' bother you, but a girl name of Rin said I'd be wantin' to talk to you.

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[And that's enough to satisfy her. She withdraws her mind, gently, carefully, and lives him once again alone his in own head. Her eyes change and she's looking at him instead of through him.

Whatever she may think of his past, she keeps it to herself. She's certain she can trust him with the task at hand and that is all that matter at the moment.

But if he examines her face, he may see a few hints of her thoughts in her smile- understanding, certainly, if not approval. She may have her quarrels with his methods, but his motives...those she can embrace. And she knows better than many how circumstances form a man into who he is. But she says nothing of any of that. Instead, she simply looks him over again- this time with the eyes of healer.]

Are you well?

[if nothing else, as he comes back to himself in a sort of daze, he'll realize the shift in her gaze and focus. that she sees him, now. well, he thinks idly, she'd better fucking see him, because it feels like she just walked every inch of his brain in cleats for how thoroughly she searched him. he'd expected nothing less - but in a way, it does feel like confession as he comes back to himself. it was difficult, and painful in its own odd, internal way - but now that it's over with, now that the truth is known, he feels that familiar emptiness, the cleansing of it. he stares down at the rosary in his hands, letting it be both anchor and focus as he brings himself back up, fully. finally, he lifts his eyes to her]

Aye. ... Felt like ... like someone took a long dream and wedged it into one moment. How long was I ....?

A few minutes, no more. [She nods and offers the slightest of smiles.] Rin will be glad of the help, I think.

[Which is her way of saying you have her seal of approval for the project.]

[and that lifts the last of the fog from his mind. he smiles at her, genuine and broad]

Thank y'. ... Now I feel like y' came down all this way for not much t'all. Can I at least get you somethin' t' drink? Give y' the grand tour?

[and he means ALL of it - because after that, there's no way he'd hide the basement from her]

I would not object to a tour, if it is not too much trouble. [Oh, and before she forgets.] I will tell you also, your thoughts and your past are your own. What I have seen will remain with me alone, unless the safety of others necessitates breaking my silence. I do not foresee such circumstances arising. [So she'll keep her knowledge to herself.]

Not any trouble t'all. [he stands and offers a hand to help her up] Wouldn't have offered, f'it was. ... And Rin'd told me you'd keep what'cha saw in confidence, but ... it's even more reassuring to hear it from you. Thank you.

[And she'll place her hand in his, though it's more for the sake of the gesture than actually needing help getting up, and stand.]

Think nothing of it.

a se - until everything shines

Glorious teal deer!

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