Falke
“I knew it would, Sir Priest,” he says with what he hopes is a disarming, utterly charming smile. Neatly toeing the line between respect and jovial cripple who can push it a little further than most, he holds fast to the idea that he has done no wrong - unusual, yes, completely. But not wrong.
“Though it is Doctor, if you don’t mind.” A pause. “Falke works too.” All of which Gideon knows, but like many, often need reminding because the Fixer isn’t the kind to stand on honorifics very often. Leaning against the pew in a moment of repose, his dark eyes seek the Priest’s in a moment of not joking. “Why do you think I wouldn’t pray when I come in here?” At the very least it would cover all the bases in regard to his hip. Exercises and good will. He isn’t so naive as to think that the Gods will answer him after all this time of living with it, but some luck and a guardian so it won’t get worse is always appreciated.
“Though it is Doctor, if you don’t mind.” A pause. “Falke works too.” All of which Gideon knows, but like many, often need reminding because the Fixer isn’t the kind to stand on honorifics very often. Leaning against the pew in a moment of repose, his dark eyes seek the Priest’s in a moment of not joking. “Why do you think I wouldn’t pray when I come in here?” At the very least it would cover all the bases in regard to his hip. Exercises and good will. He isn’t so naive as to think that the Gods will answer him after all this time of living with it, but some luck and a guardian so it won’t get worse is always appreciated.
it's the best I can do
easy on my tethered soul, giving you all I got
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