harmoniousconsecration: Harmony's grace, hearts and minds entwine, all voices sing as one! (1:9)
SUNDAY ([personal profile] harmoniousconsecration) wrote in [community profile] pluviosa 2025-02-10 04:56 am (UTC)

The person he turned his attention to was somewhat older, carried themself well, with authority, dignity. For them to look upon him like this, to decide that the version of him he was transfixed by was more terrible than the man himself that dared have such a reflection... Sunday finds it reassuring. Given their own monstrous reflection, and how normal, albeit tall, they were now that he was next to them...

The halovian thinks he can trust their judgement, at least. Perhaps it was a remnant of his father's influence that he hadn't yet shaken. In any case, they bow, and he returns the gesture.

"I apologize for the state of it all. This Ship is not often dangerous, but this is also not the first time I've awoken somewhere strange." He admits, a soft sigh. Even if the first time was his arrival here. Sunday's eyes follow the spear, reminded faintly of the others that also carried weapons here. "You might be comforted to find there are a few warriors here, not unlike yourself. Though... None quite so tall, I believe."

If they were on any level he recognized, he would gladly lead the way and give them a quick tour, likely finding someone or another within the Cafeteria, or the lounge, or otherwise. But upon this deck, when he reaches out with his halo, his frequency only reflects back at him, over and over. It's stifling, overwhelming. And terribly isolating.

"Have you had the chance to look around much? I fear I keep finding myself staring into these reflections. It's easy to get lost in the stories they seem to tell."

The nightmares, he means.

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