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Falke
“Rae and Vi have already heard my prayers today,” Falke says with a crooked smile when he hears the formaily of the Priest’s welcome., internally almost always amused by The Priest. If there was ever a man’s head he wants to dig into (besides Finn’s), it’s Gideon’s. “Good evening, Gideon.” Congenial, of course, and flawlessly polite, the Fixer crosses the threshold into the Temple with off-tempo steps. He’s cane-less tonight, but it’s clear he’s moving slowly and purposefully with sure footing, the dips and natural shapes of the stone familiar under his thin-soled feet.
In reality he’s just going through some prescribed exercises and wanted to get out of the clinic to do them. “Sorry, the Temple is usually dark by now - or perhaps I’m early.” Fale shrugs, letting it slip that this a semi-regular occurrence. And it is, the pews are the perfect support height and there’s no one around to watch him. Even Tobi, bless her.
Sometimes one’s apartments are just too small. Sometimes a man just needs the arching ceilings and watchful deities to make him do his physical therapy.
In reality he’s just going through some prescribed exercises and wanted to get out of the clinic to do them. “Sorry, the Temple is usually dark by now - or perhaps I’m early.” Fale shrugs, letting it slip that this a semi-regular occurrence. And it is, the pews are the perfect support height and there’s no one around to watch him. Even Tobi, bless her.
Sometimes one’s apartments are just too small. Sometimes a man just needs the arching ceilings and watchful deities to make him do his physical therapy.
it's the best I can do
easy on my tethered soul, giving you all I got
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