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returnjourneylogs2022-02-20 12:52 am
grindset) wrote in returnjourneylogs2022-02-20 12:52 am
Entry tags:
an introduction
Passengers: Malekith + Viktor
Location: Observatory
Date: soon after pairings
Summary: Mr The Accursed receives his temporary warden
Warnings: none yet
It's always in the last place you look, they say—necessarily, because yes, that is how the progression of events works—and in this case it also happens to be the first. Viktor has glimpsed this person in the Observatory more than once; when he thinks of where he ought to look, the image of that tall broad body standing in front of the stars is what immediately comes to mind. So that's where he goes.
The ride to the third arm isn't long enough, so he takes the elevator back to the axis, and then out again. He's only catastrophizing, he tells himself, while his body gently lifts. All kinds of people gather all kinds of names, and not all of them are indicative. Besides, it isn't like there's an audience waiting. This will be fine.
In through the nose, out through the mouth, steady.
OK: go.
The door to the Observatory whispers before and again behind him. The first tap of his crutch is quiet, metallic on the polished floor. Ceiling sweeps overhead like the ribs of some great machine. The window arcs wide like the universe has opened its eye to stare into him directly. Declining this assertive invitation to feel tiny, Viktor instead breathes, imagines his presence radiating to all the edges of the room, like the rings around the stone, and walks forward.
"Hello?"
—is not the strongest opener, but he's aiming for neutral, and you can't get much more neutral than hi.
Location: Observatory
Date: soon after pairings
Summary: Mr The Accursed receives his temporary warden
Warnings: none yet
It's always in the last place you look, they say—necessarily, because yes, that is how the progression of events works—and in this case it also happens to be the first. Viktor has glimpsed this person in the Observatory more than once; when he thinks of where he ought to look, the image of that tall broad body standing in front of the stars is what immediately comes to mind. So that's where he goes.
The ride to the third arm isn't long enough, so he takes the elevator back to the axis, and then out again. He's only catastrophizing, he tells himself, while his body gently lifts. All kinds of people gather all kinds of names, and not all of them are indicative. Besides, it isn't like there's an audience waiting. This will be fine.
In through the nose, out through the mouth, steady.
OK: go.
The door to the Observatory whispers before and again behind him. The first tap of his crutch is quiet, metallic on the polished floor. Ceiling sweeps overhead like the ribs of some great machine. The window arcs wide like the universe has opened its eye to stare into him directly. Declining this assertive invitation to feel tiny, Viktor instead breathes, imagines his presence radiating to all the edges of the room, like the rings around the stone, and walks forward.
"Hello?"
—is not the strongest opener, but he's aiming for neutral, and you can't get much more neutral than hi.
no subject
A few steps forward still until there was hardly any space between himself and the glass, "I remember a time before all this. It was called Ginnungagap. Space was small, quiet, and dark. Peaceful."
no subject
The incredible responsibility of tending to the well-being of another person.
(Always thinking of that time he didn't.)
As for all this, he assumes it to mean the present situation; it doesn't occur to him to look further back. Certainly not back to before basically everything.
"Space was? You mean your space?"