For-- [ he's visibly shocked, even now still surprised when other people say or show him that they actually value his feelings, that they want him around and will do nice things for him and just... be his friends.
Mutely he'll reach out to take the little piece of clay, staring blankly at the sigil before moving his gaze up to Beau.
... he'll look down at the clay again and clear his throat, rubbing his arm across his face. ]
It's cool looking, [ he mutters, red in the face as he turns it over and over in his fingers.
And then he closes his hand around it like it's the most precious goddamn thing in the world. ]
Think we could like... I dunno, tie a piece of leather or string to it or something?
[ something that would let him wear it, so he can have it wherever he goes or whatever he's doing. ]
That sure is a dude shaped like a door. Don't worry about it.
Anyway,
You introduce the shortcut--because he is, what's the big deal?--and there's a brief flash of guilt when he points out your casual coldness, but you think little of it until he starts to talk.
You've heard this lecture before--familiarity and shame both fill you from tip to toe. He says the words "You have seen the damage a lightning bolt can do," and it's like your heart freezes in your chest. You feel awful.
"Do not forget that your oaths of restraint are a means to an end, not the end itself. Learn to appreciate darkness in its more subtle forms, lest its influence deny you the redemption you seek."
"I'm sorry, Doorman... I wasn't thinking, I--"
But despite your guilt and your grief, it ends well, the dream fading at the sound of Doorman's laugh as you hug him.
Back in the real world Isaac just ... looks mute, and tired. ]
[ oof, that always catches her off guard. she's confused by this one - there's a lot of context she thinks she's missing, but it's okay, she doesn't seem to mind. instead, she gathers him up in her arms and holds him close, not minding the hug at all. she felt the grief, the guilt, and it always amazes her just how hard isaac feels. how hard he is on himself. and maybe seeing the causes, too. ]
Who was that? [ she asks soft, pressing her face against isaac's hair. she'll get back to the necklace in a second. ]
[ she's happy to let him stay where he is, petting at him like usual. it's not just comforting for only him. she's a little more at ease when she has someone to lean on. ]
Right? It's been what, three... four weeks? Feels like we've been here months. [ long, slow sigh. ] Doorman seems like a - guy? person - with a good head on their shoulders.
That's good advice, though. Being aware of the little things. It took me a fucking long time to realize the little offhand shit I said actually could really hurt.
He's a spirit, [ he'll say with some humor in quiet response to Beau's fumbling.
Isaac will sigh and nod against her. ]
It's not like I didn't take him seriously! It just... I was so mad...
I made some bad decisions right before I got here, [ he says with a sigh, pulling back if only so he can clearly see her face. ] And it just kinda made me ... reevaluate everything, you know?
Yeah - yeah, I get that. Sometimes shit like that just stops you in your tracks, right? I'm proud of you for actually stopping to think about it, though. And like - change, because of it? A lot of people don't even bother.
They just go whatever, I wasn't wrong and they keep going. But not you.
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Mutely he'll reach out to take the little piece of clay, staring blankly at the sigil before moving his gaze up to Beau.
... he'll look down at the clay again and clear his throat, rubbing his arm across his face. ]
It's cool looking, [ he mutters, red in the face as he turns it over and over in his fingers.
And then he closes his hand around it like it's the most precious goddamn thing in the world. ]
Think we could like... I dunno, tie a piece of leather or string to it or something?
[ something that would let him wear it, so he can have it wherever he goes or whatever he's doing. ]
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Yeah, of course. Bet we could find something in here that'd work like that. You want a necklace or a bracelet?
[ she's already pulling herself up to go look through the supplies. ]
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[ stares at her, and once she's on her feet, he'll go over and give her a hug. ]
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"Young Master Isaac! I was... expecting someone else..."
That sure is a dude shaped like a door. Don't worry about it.
Anyway,
You introduce the shortcut--because he is, what's the big deal?--and there's a brief flash of guilt when he points out your casual coldness, but you think little of it until he starts to talk.
You've heard this lecture before--familiarity and shame both fill you from tip to toe. He says the words "You have seen the damage a lightning bolt can do," and it's like your heart freezes in your chest. You feel awful.
"Do not forget that your oaths of restraint are a means to an end, not the end itself. Learn to appreciate darkness in its more subtle forms, lest its influence deny you the redemption you seek."
"I'm sorry, Doorman... I wasn't thinking, I--"
But despite your guilt and your grief, it ends well, the dream fading at the sound of Doorman's laugh as you hug him.
Back in the real world Isaac just ... looks mute, and tired. ]
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Who was that? [ she asks soft, pressing her face against isaac's hair. she'll get back to the necklace in a second. ]
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[ sigh. he'll lean into her. it's probably doorman he even owes his comfort to in, like, hugging people like this. or maybe it's just beau.
maybe it's a little bit of both. ]
Man, that feels like it was forever ago, instead of like a couple days before I got here.
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Right? It's been what, three... four weeks? Feels like we've been here months. [ long, slow sigh. ] Doorman seems like a - guy? person - with a good head on their shoulders.
That's good advice, though. Being aware of the little things. It took me a fucking long time to realize the little offhand shit I said actually could really hurt.
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Isaac will sigh and nod against her. ]
It's not like I didn't take him seriously! It just... I was so mad...
I made some bad decisions right before I got here, [ he says with a sigh, pulling back if only so he can clearly see her face. ] And it just kinda made me ... reevaluate everything, you know?
[ it's why he's been, well
how he's been, since he got here. ]
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Yeah - yeah, I get that. Sometimes shit like that just stops you in your tracks, right? I'm proud of you for actually stopping to think about it, though. And like - change, because of it? A lot of people don't even bother.
They just go whatever, I wasn't wrong and they keep going. But not you.