[open] channeling angels in a new age, now.

[priorly]

Who: Prior Walter (priorly) & you??
What: Catch all logs for October!
When: October!
Where: various
Warning(s): language, likely mention of terminal illness (AIDS). Adult themes?
Notes: Please PM me if you'd like a starter, or feel free to wildcard me anytime.

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[badgerlock]

Well, if it is, it's too similar to what was inflicted on me.

[There's a flicker, then. This is a dream, and Fitz's dreams are not safe places. First the walls turn into Regal's dungeon, just for a moment, fast as anything. Fitz's head comes up, surprised.

There's a deep voice, then, a growling voice that sounds as much like a person as the growl of a wolf. You're bleeding, Changer, it says, and Fitz shakes his head.]

A statue of a person?

[priorly]

A statue of an angel, I'm sure I mentioned that before the creepy fucking voice cut in on the call.

[He didn't miss that momentary flicker to somewhere his own dreams do not tend to go, and so his head's up, scanning the walls in case they pull that trick again.]

Which you're taking very calmly, by the way.

[badgerlock]

I don't know what an angel is, you realize.

[He says it and looks around, as if Nighteyes might just show up.]

It's a dream. Dreams are never really that logical.

[He thinks: this is private, this is a secret. He also things: this is Prior, and no one else has ever heard Nighteyes' deep voice before, not even the Fool. He thinks: he is allowed his secrets. He thinks: Prior is owed some kind of explanation. So Fitz sighs.]

It's nothing that would harm either of us.

[priorly]

For some reason, jumping in with 'it won't harm us' as your first descriptor is less reassuring than it may appear. That's just what the big bad wolf told the pigs.

[Prior's not sure why the voice has attached itself to fur and fangs, somewhere in the back of his mind. It just fits. And despite this, he makes no move to leave.]

No angels. Do you have gods?

[badgerlock]

[He may not get the context, but he gets it anyway, and so he laughs. As he laughs, there is is, around him, a wolf, dark and gray, staring at Prior for a second.

And then it's gone.]

Well, I promise. I wouldn't let him hurt you.

[Nighteyes wouldn't do it.]

El. And Edda. But they're not really, well. They're gods, but it's not such a religion. There are religions in the southern countries, like Bingtown, and Jamaillia.

[priorly]

[Prior's raised a hand out to the wolf, fingertips outstretched, and then it's gone, and he curls his fingers back against his palm, arm still uselessly lifted.]

They sound like people's grandparents. Our Gods are hard to pin down on names. There are cryptic, mysterious things. Things you aren't supposed to speak out loud. Nothing you'd really care to use for a chat.

[If he cared to chat to anyone at all, that is, which from Prior's understanding he currently does not.]

Angels are... as though he had a horde of children specifically so they'd grow up to work as his personal assistants. His own divine office administration, from the typing pool to the mailroom clerk. Immeasurably powerful and boring, all at once.

[badgerlock]

[He considers that for a moment. Religion is a strange thing. Better to just swear, occasionally, at a god that like as like doesn't exist or no longer cares.]

God's servants, then.

[He frowns.]

But higher than priests.

[He's getting the idea.]

[priorly]

Oh, quite literally higher. Winged denizens of a realm above and beyond our mortal concerns. Eternal in their glory.

[He lets his legs kick and swing.]

Or, they used to be.

[badgerlock]

Sounds like dragons to me.

[Winged denizens a realm above and eternal in their glory?

What else could it be?]

[priorly]

They are full of sound and fire and fury. [Prior concedes. If only someone else had seen one, outside of ancient texts dug out of caves somewhere. Maybe his own testimonies will end up given a similar fate.

Or maybe they would, if the world had survived. Heaven should have fallen too, and yet.

And yet, if he dwells too long he can feel an anger inside him not his own.]

Though human in form, or something close.

[badgerlock]

[He considers this a moment.]

Well.

That's bizarre.

[He says it with half a smile, as if none of what is happening between them now isn't bizarre, well and truly.]

[priorly]

[Prior lets out one short laugh.

Then another, and more, running together until it's laugher, real and true.]

Yes, that is one way of putting it.

[badgerlock]

[He laughs and it feels like the first time he's laughed in a long time. It's hard not to, when Prior is laughing the same way, bold, and without reservation at all.

When was the last time he laughed like this?

With Molly, he thinks. Maybe.

And maybe it's the laughter that wakes him up, suddenly, and he's alone then, but it doesn't matter. He thinks, well.

He'll see Prior again, soon enough.]