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Seeking the Light [Open!] - Kristopher - 01-23-2019
RE: Seeking the Light [Open!] - 108 - 01-23-2019 I sit in the silence and stillness of the temple, until suddenly I don't. Someone else is here. He moves like I do, languidly and without the physical limitations of the others. Do I remember him? It is hard to say. He has a familiar face, but then again, we all do. Eyes, noses, ears...it is so alike. The patterns do not stay long in my mind. But perhaps I know him. Knew him? Will know him? The tense temporarily confuses me. But then, time itself is a confusing thing. [say]"Do you think she values your sentimentality?"[/say] I ask, watching the way he presses his lips to the item and places it upon the shrine. The Voice does not require such things. We are her children and while I do not think that it is love that binds us to her, it cannot be something as mundane as DNA placed upon a babble. Can it? I rise and move towards him. There is dust on his hands from where he had touched books and shelves and I find myself wondering why. He can clearly see what it is beneath his fingers. Running my own fingers together, I feel the utter lack of sensation despite the fact that my mind is aware that I am touching something. But it has been centuries since tactile contact has cultivated knowledge for me. Perhaps he is not as old as I thought him to be. Or perhaps he has simply forgotten he is not human. RE: Seeking the Light [Open!] - Kristopher - 01-23-2019
RE: Seeking the Light [Open!] - the VOICE - 01-26-2019 [say]"Bright ones, do not quarrel with each other so."[/say] The obsidian orb pulsed with a light-that-was-not and seemed to hum and vibrate, though its frequency was far too low for un-Ascended ears to discern. The anti-light grew brighter (dimmer?) and more intense until it burst out of the orb entirely; through dancing motes of it, the Voice came together like an illusion, or a hologram, becoming more solid and more real as she laid her eyes upon her children. [say]"You have been sleeping for so long. I hear you, and I am here for you. What is it you seek?"[/say] RE: Seeking the Light [Open!] - 108 - 01-28-2019 I listen. The mother imagery is not one that I am ignorant of, indeed the Voice proclaims herself as such. I suppose it is true, though I rather dislike the emotional connotations and baggage associated with it. My counterpart apparently does not. He holds onto his humanity far tighter than I ever might have. Even now, I hardly remember it at all. I shake my head. [say]"There are far other more important influences surely."[/say] I counter, my voice reasonable and without emotion. Still, I do not understand. [say]"Why does a piece of you serve as an apology? Why would our maker value the possession of such a thing?"[/say] I shake my head a firm and immediate no. [say]"No. But nor do I worship."[/say] I say simply. [say]"I value, appreciate, and require her. But I do not worship. We are not like the rest of them, bowing before gods who we hope will continue to bless and love us. Our bond is to a being much greater, one who has showed us the limitless potential of their desire to make us better. "[/say] Before I might continue, to illustrate the poetic uselessness of the concept of worship for creatures such as we are, she is there. I need not shelter my eyes from her, though her presence is illuminating. She is how I have always remembered her, even in my deepest slumbers, and whatever part of me still feels the longing pangs of emotion sighs happily in her radiant presence. [say]"Only you."[/say] I say with a confidence I rarely boast. [say]"I am weak and the decades have been long."[/say] RE: Seeking the Light [Open!] - Kristopher - 01-30-2019
RE: Seeking the Light [Open!] - the VOICE - 01-30-2019 She could sense their weakness of their tether to her, could sense the need made raw by the years. Bowing her head and giving a beatific smile, she held out her arms for her children so that they might replenish themselves. [say]"Take what you will, my bright ones. The well is endless; drink deep."[/say] With the pierce of any fangs upon her light made flesh, the Ascended would feel not only the bliss of her presence, of her nourishment, but the information they were surely and sorely lacking. The decades were unkind, and there was much to be done. She would have her most devoted at their full strength for what lay ahead. RE: Seeking the Light [Open!] - 108 - 01-30-2019 Without a word, I step forward. I know this ritual implicitly. It sings in my bones like a melody I cannot forget, even after the centuries have wiped most of my memory clear. Though I do not like the enigmatic stirrings of pleasure that her taste incites in me, I do not hesitate. This is life, this is creation, this is her design. My teeth pierce her wrists and knowledge and history and the urge to be in her and whit her always burns like a shooting star across a dry forest inside of me. I want to gasp, but I do not need air, and the gesture itself was meaningless in the face of all that she offered. My life for you I think, I sceam with every particle made perfect by her touch. |