WHO: Benedict, some other people, you?? WHAT: just a catch-all WHEN: tra-la, it's may, the lusty month of may WHERE: around and about NOTES: If you'd like something bespoke I'm happy to include it!
"It takes time," More than a day. If there was any fortune of the Circles, it was in the absence of distractions. "When you can manage this consistently, we’ll move to the reverse."
Widen it again, spider by spider. Painstaking —
Time passes. Magic passes. Several of the spiders do, legs crunching into black curls. One might imagine Isaac himself asleep, if not for the occasional correction of a wrist, the redirection of focus: A joke here, an anecdote there; breathing room. Eventually, a hand finds his elbow, and doesn’t twist but plants. Steady.
"That’s enough for today."
Scrutiny for Benedict’s expression, his mood. (His particular history with this floor of the Gallows.)
He's been holding it together admirably, for someone standing only a stone's throw from where he spent the worst half-year of his life. It isn't until Isaac dismisses the lesson that all the air seems to sigh out of Benedict-- who, to his credit, has been working hard-- and he nods, appreciative of the grounding hand on his arm.
"This is good," he says, a bit wan and a bit surprised: "you're a good teacher."
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There's an urgency, a flash of the boy who spent so much time down here, in his desperation to please-- to be found sincere in his willingness to change-- but the moment passes as quickly as it arrived as he stills himself. It's a bad look, groveling, even if this place brings it out in him.
"...yes," he agrees, more quietly, "I'll. Do that."
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Widen it again, spider by spider. Painstaking —
Time passes. Magic passes. Several of the spiders do, legs crunching into black curls. One might imagine Isaac himself asleep, if not for the occasional correction of a wrist, the redirection of focus: A joke here, an anecdote there; breathing room. Eventually, a hand finds his elbow, and doesn’t twist but plants. Steady.
"That’s enough for today."
Scrutiny for Benedict’s expression, his mood. (His particular history with this floor of the Gallows.)
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"This is good," he says, a bit wan and a bit surprised: "you're a good teacher."
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That isn’t what Benedict meant, of course. Some creatures ever scuttle from the light.
"You’ll want to eat," Guiding him up toward the stairs. "It takes something out of you."
(If a meal promises anything, really, it’s air and people. Likely a more pressing need.)
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There's an urgency, a flash of the boy who spent so much time down here, in his desperation to please-- to be found sincere in his willingness to change-- but the moment passes as quickly as it arrived as he stills himself. It's a bad look, groveling, even if this place brings it out in him.
"...yes," he agrees, more quietly, "I'll. Do that."