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[bloodsugar]

[maybe you remember this guy's voice, eh? cheerful and polite? he was a little... uh, confused over the Christmas vacation -- and while he sounds much the same, he's more sure of himself this time around! (is this a good thing? ...for you?)]

Good afternoon, Paradisa...! It's been a while, hasn't it? Well, I guess... not as long as it had been before, huh?

Um-- it's Father Abel, and I have to offer my sincerest, deepest, and most humblest of apologies for the long radio silence! Things have been a little... strange, since coming back from Paris. I thought it was probably a good idea to get my head in order before saying hello again, but-- well.

~HELLO~! My fairest Paradisians, you have no idea how nice it is to be back and... well, myself again! [that part is half-right, at least, he swears...!! he'll just gloss over the whole, had-a-fake-life thing like a boss.] I never thought I'd say this with such enthusiasm, but... here I am, and it's quite true! I'm very sorry for leaving without much notice, but I suppose the castle doesn't really give warning about these kinds of things, does it? I'm just grateful I was able to come back... exactly how I left. Which is to say, veritably able to recall... everything, from before August of last year. I'm not sure how it... happened, or why, but...

I'm beginning to think ignorance is bliss, at times like these. [no really.]

[...]

And, might I add, while I'm at it... a little note for those of you who saw fit to convince me that the journal was some sort of possessed demonic VOLUME OF DEATH while I was, ah. Aforementioned 'blissfully ignorant?'

[here, my dears, is quite the dramatic pause... before his voice goes lower and takes on a more MENACING TONE.]

I may forgive, but I will not forget. What goes around, COMES around, my friends, and you too shall know what it is to live in incorrigible horror one day. It may not be by my hand... but karma? Has an even longer memory than an elephant, so just watch yourself. Next thing you know, you'll be in a tutu, clucking like a chicken atop the roof and singing the blues to the wind on some horrible loss, alright?! These things ALWAYS happen.

[HUFF. --oh right, moving right along:]

--Ah, and... thank you! To everyone else with moral fiber and a conscience who so kindly attempted to explain that I was not, in fact, stark raving mad and actually... a part of the castle's ministrations. Really... I'm very grateful... It's been a long while since I've been on that end of things, and it's reminded me of how scary it can sometimes be. We should be a little gentler on our newest faces, shouldn't we? Maybe we forget how crazy the prospect of all of this could seem.

--Oh, but -- before I ramble forever... Lilith, Caterina and I will be up-keeping the church again -- it's in the Satis Tower, for those of you who might not be aware -- and, I'm living on the sixth floor with Lilith, now! So you can stop by and say hello if you want, okay? If you forgot, or, if this is the first time you've heard my doubtlessly charming and suave voice over the journals... those doors are always open to anyone at all, so don't hesitate to come any time you'd like. I mean it!

And...

[a little pause, and then something of a contented exhale. his voice is a little softer.]

...It's good to be home.

[and for those of you who feel like catching up -- or just feel like investigating the church, he'll be hanging out in there today cleaning things up and tidying a bit, humming pleasantly. feel free to harass the lanky priest sweepin' a sweep.]

[ooc: open... for ALL THE THINGS over the journal or in the church. oh my god so much tl;dr i am so sorry slkdjgsdf... and a note!!: my apologies to anyone that was still backtagging with me on lj; it's died a horrible death and won't function on my laptop sob. if there's anything you need to sort out, don't hesitate to drop me a line!!]

Comments

[bloodsugar]

...Don't even get any more horrible ideas in that head of yours, Lilith. Honestly, you're worse than I am! [flskdjf flustered, he tugs her into a squishy hug. DON'T EVEN.]

[guiding]

[She lets him pull her into a hug, laughing softly as his discomfort.]

I would never do something so cruel, Abel.

[bloodsugar]

[well, you just stay RIGHT HERE FOREVER as he tucks her head under his chin with fondness.]

...Oh, no. Of course not.

You're above such silliness, right...?

[guiding]

[Now that does make her laugh outright, sliding down to sit in his lap.]

I am proud to not be above silliness, laughter is one of the joys of life, especially when it comes from such a simple place.

[bloodsugar]

[oh. my. well! he certainly won't complain about this, shifting a little to accommodate her and keeping her nice and close. there is never too much wifey.]

A simple place, hm?

[guiding]

Sometimes it is the simplest things in life that can remind us of its beauty and light.

[Like her husband. He's very simple.]

[bloodsugar]

I'm not quite sure what's so simple about this, in the end.

[him -- he's pretty sure yes, he is very simple lskjdf. he lifts one of his hands to tuck some of that long red hair behind her ear.]

But there are plenty of reminders of the beauty and light bits. That is for sure... [yes, he's looking at her when he says that. rather purposely. :|]

[guiding]

[Her smile softened affectionately, raising a hand to cup his cheek and run a thumb lightly over soft skin.]

I am reminded of them every moment I am by your side, my silly boy.

[bloodsugar]

[sdlkjgsdf. not turning pink, NOPE, even as he tilts his face into her touch. wifey ;;]

...you call me silly after something like that? [haha. but he seems rather content to keep playing with her hair and enjoying this. can you blame him?]

[guiding]

You have always been my silly boy, that will never change.

[Not if he were an angry little boy trying to destroy London, a grown man lashing out in grief or a guilt-ridden priest.]

[bloodsugar]

[h-hnnngh, his heart... CAN'T TAKE IT...

sob. he can't help it; he's pulling her into another fond hug.]

You're not... supposed to say too much like that, Lilith. My insides can only take so much before they start melting into a puddle of goo...

[guiding]

Perhaps my lobster then, hm?

[She's brushing her knuckles over the pink blush in his cheeks, amusement written over her face.]

[bloodsugar]

That isn't much better. [chuckling, and so, so fond -- grateful for her touch again. memories of Paris have been slowly fading more and more he's here, like a dream... however fond a dream it might've been. he knows more than ever how gracious he should be to have this.]

[guiding]

You do not want to be my lobster?

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[bloodsugar]

--Err, I--

[bloodsugar]

I-- do! I will always be your lobster! [LSKDJF don't make that face...]

[guiding]

[And that is why he is her silly boy, falling for her trolling.]

Then I will be a happy lobster-keeper forever.

[bloodsugar]

A... happy lobster-keeping mermaid? [sob he will always fall for her trolling okay.]

[guiding]

A very happy lobster-keeping mermaid.

[She agrees with him, running fingers through his hair idly.]

And this mermaid hopes her lobster will know better than to even exact tutu revenge.

[bloodsugar]

Then what sort of revenge should I exact, Miss Mermaid? [oh you know he's a sucker for this. pets...]

[guiding]

Meet ill deeds with kindness, their conscience will provide more just punishment than revenge could.

[bloodsugar]

Do you think so?

[...]

Personally, I think the tutu is more amusing.

[guiding]

I will remember that, the next time you have done something deserving of it.

[bloodsugar]

--On second thought--

[guiding]

You cannot change your mind now, Abel.