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Who: Noric, anyone
When: Day 52, early morning
Where: the common room
What: the fabled priest insanity of old

[It's early enough that most of the inhabitants of the common room right now are the dead batmonkey corpses. One person, though, is standing with one hand pressed to the glass, heedless of the blood stains on it.]

Wrong. This world is wrong ... I can't feel it here. There's nothing...

[Oh goody he's talking to himself in disturbing ways. Engage?]

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[untempered]

[blinks finally, and looks at him, gaze clear.]

I'm sorry.

[intellectum]

[bends his head, crying quietly]

[untempered]

[sits up, drawing Xavier down into a hug.]

[intellectum]

[his emotions are muted, still he clings to Noric tightly]

[untempered]

[threads a hand into Xavier's hair, murmuring quiet things to him, in the old Orion tongue.]

[intellectum]

[choked laugh]

I never know what you're saying.

[untempered]

"It will be all right." My mother used to tell me so, when I was upset.

[intellectum]

Do you believe it?

[untempered]

I have to.

[intellectum]

... I see.

[untempered]

[pulls back a little, brushing Xavier's tears away]

Besides... you're always telling me it can be all right. Will you believe me, if I say it?

[intellectum]

...

Yes.

[untempered]

I'm glad.

[intellectum]

[nods]

[untempered]

[leans forward and kisses him, gently.]

[intellectum]

[kissing back, leaning against him]

[untempered]

[rubs his back a little.]

[intellectum]

I think I didn't handle it so well.

[untempered]

Vier... I know it hurts you, and scares you. I don't expect you to 'handle' it as though you don't feel that way.

[intellectum]

Yes, but...

[untempered]

There is no 'but'.

[intellectum]

[rubbing his hands]

Fine.

[untempered]

Don't be so hard on yourself, dearest.

[intellectum]

[smiles]

Easier said than done, don't you think?

[untempered]

[smiles, a bit sheepish]

Well... yes.