I see we're both crazy
“It is,” he agrees, closing his eyes to picture where he was only an hour or so ago. “And in Monsoon season, it is very present.” That day of wind and rain kept him from returning as soon as he wanted to, and though it wasn’t a bad thing it reminded him very much of the weather he could get at home. The charm was gone.
As Tobi repeats what the others have said, Falke laughs at her assessment of Dorian. “Ha! Dorian would rather clean all the toilets in the Tower daily than live in the Hollowed Ground.” Oh, that’s a good one. He’s made himself chuckle again and it rolls out of him like little aftershocks. “And was the Orator here to flirt or did he need some medical assistance?” Teasing, of course, he’s seen the way they all look at Tobi, and if she weren’t squarely in the sister/co-worker category to the Fixer, he might look at her the same way.
“Ah, he must have gone to the Greatwood after Torchline. We had our monthly session, and he mentioned being fixated by a particular demigod who, strangely enough, looks like him.” Taking the offered cup, Falke blow on it for a minute and then sips. “Thank you.” Ritual complete, he now seems very focused and content to dig into the deeper stuff of psyches and their patients.
“I would agree. His mind is a curious place. He’s able to do this in depth research, but can’t come up with the idea that a walk when he can’t sleep might clear his thoughts. Self-aware enough to know when some of his behavior is detrimental and dangerous, but can’t summon the discipline to avoid the triggers or specific situation.” He sighs. “I’m worried he’ll begin to seek this demigod out for non-Order reasons.” And they can’t have that. Not yet.
As Tobi repeats what the others have said, Falke laughs at her assessment of Dorian. “Ha! Dorian would rather clean all the toilets in the Tower daily than live in the Hollowed Ground.” Oh, that’s a good one. He’s made himself chuckle again and it rolls out of him like little aftershocks. “And was the Orator here to flirt or did he need some medical assistance?” Teasing, of course, he’s seen the way they all look at Tobi, and if she weren’t squarely in the sister/co-worker category to the Fixer, he might look at her the same way.
“Ah, he must have gone to the Greatwood after Torchline. We had our monthly session, and he mentioned being fixated by a particular demigod who, strangely enough, looks like him.” Taking the offered cup, Falke blow on it for a minute and then sips. “Thank you.” Ritual complete, he now seems very focused and content to dig into the deeper stuff of psyches and their patients.
“I would agree. His mind is a curious place. He’s able to do this in depth research, but can’t come up with the idea that a walk when he can’t sleep might clear his thoughts. Self-aware enough to know when some of his behavior is detrimental and dangerous, but can’t summon the discipline to avoid the triggers or specific situation.” He sighs. “I’m worried he’ll begin to seek this demigod out for non-Order reasons.” And they can’t have that. Not yet.
that's alright with me
come with me and let yourself go
FALKE
