[Day 9] Solitude [Abelar, closed]
Nov 4, 2018 22:01:12 GMT 1
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Post by Septon Abelar on Nov 4, 2018 22:01:12 GMT 1
OOC: Timing-wise, this is just after midnight on Day 8, so before presumably all the events of Day 9, but Abelar has learned that Karl Willum intends to set aside his betrothal for Alena Flowers.
Septon Abelar makes his way through the cramped back hallway of the sept, a lopsided lump of a candle flickering from the tin dish in his hand. Even this candle is an echo of that deformed wretch. He pauses at a table and exchanges it for a fresh one--tall, straight, and well-rolled on all sides. After the new candle is lit and firmly ensconced on the dish, the Septon bends to blow out the flame poking up from the stumpy mound of wax. Thinking better of it, he instead pinches the wick with his fingers, savoring the burning feeling and the suddenness of the flame's disappearance. I will extinguish you soon enough, my twisted little man . . . give me cause and I'll see it done.
The septon pushes open the door to his humble cell, placing the dish with the candle on the small table, not bothering to light the lamp that waits beside it. Once the door is closed and the bolt set, Abelar's hands clutch his face and he collapses front-first onto the canvas-wrapped bed, shivering with quiet sobs. He lays there, crying and shuddering and wallowing in the shaming that Butterbumps delivered just hours before. I didn't look . . . I averted my gaze . . . After several long minutes, he raises himself to his knees and wipes his eyes. When he has regained his composure, addresses the wall.
"Father, please . . . the dwarf lies . . . I did not look upon the bastard girl as he says, I looked away . . ." I looked away, as fast as any man . . . eyes has never moved faster . . .
"Please Father, you know I am a righteous man . . . " Nothing like that fucking Karl Willum, may he be cursed . . .
"So why do I still see her when I close MY EYES!?" His voice cracks partway through the sentence. He claws at his face impotently as it contorts with anguish.
"Why do I see her? I looked away!" Her body is pleasing . . . her face, her legs . . . the way the torchlight plays on her hair . . . NO
"Why do I feel her?" As if she whispers in my ear . . . I feel this great warmth inside me--the vixen's hellfire, to be sure!
"Please, Father . . . destroy her with your judgment . . . strike her down before all of Highgarden . . . " Or else let her be mine--NO, I MUSTN'T!
"Father, I will repent for these visions." Abelar rummages under the bed for a moment before producing a short length of knotted leather, discolored and stiff. "I will strike seven blows each time her form appears." He peels away his white robes, and the hair shirt underneath.
"I will scour--" CRACK "--my flesh--" CRACK "--until it is NO LONGER WEAK." CRACK "Until she is banished--" CRACK "--from my thoughts." CRACK Abelar adjusts his posture so as to strike underneath his arm instead of over his shoulder. "Deliver me." CRACK "Deliver me from temptation." CRACK "Deliver me from evil." CRACK "Deliver me." CRACK CRACK CRACK
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[D9 Solitude] Licentious drawback roll: 6d6k4 18 (success)
Septon Abelar makes his way through the cramped back hallway of the sept, a lopsided lump of a candle flickering from the tin dish in his hand. Even this candle is an echo of that deformed wretch. He pauses at a table and exchanges it for a fresh one--tall, straight, and well-rolled on all sides. After the new candle is lit and firmly ensconced on the dish, the Septon bends to blow out the flame poking up from the stumpy mound of wax. Thinking better of it, he instead pinches the wick with his fingers, savoring the burning feeling and the suddenness of the flame's disappearance. I will extinguish you soon enough, my twisted little man . . . give me cause and I'll see it done.
The septon pushes open the door to his humble cell, placing the dish with the candle on the small table, not bothering to light the lamp that waits beside it. Once the door is closed and the bolt set, Abelar's hands clutch his face and he collapses front-first onto the canvas-wrapped bed, shivering with quiet sobs. He lays there, crying and shuddering and wallowing in the shaming that Butterbumps delivered just hours before. I didn't look . . . I averted my gaze . . . After several long minutes, he raises himself to his knees and wipes his eyes. When he has regained his composure, addresses the wall.
"Father, please . . . the dwarf lies . . . I did not look upon the bastard girl as he says, I looked away . . ." I looked away, as fast as any man . . . eyes has never moved faster . . .
"Please Father, you know I am a righteous man . . . " Nothing like that fucking Karl Willum, may he be cursed . . .
"So why do I still see her when I close MY EYES!?" His voice cracks partway through the sentence. He claws at his face impotently as it contorts with anguish.
"Why do I see her? I looked away!" Her body is pleasing . . . her face, her legs . . . the way the torchlight plays on her hair . . . NO
"Why do I feel her?" As if she whispers in my ear . . . I feel this great warmth inside me--the vixen's hellfire, to be sure!
"Please, Father . . . destroy her with your judgment . . . strike her down before all of Highgarden . . . " Or else let her be mine--NO, I MUSTN'T!
"Father, I will repent for these visions." Abelar rummages under the bed for a moment before producing a short length of knotted leather, discolored and stiff. "I will strike seven blows each time her form appears." He peels away his white robes, and the hair shirt underneath.
"I will scour--" CRACK "--my flesh--" CRACK "--until it is NO LONGER WEAK." CRACK "Until she is banished--" CRACK "--from my thoughts." CRACK Abelar adjusts his posture so as to strike underneath his arm instead of over his shoulder. "Deliver me." CRACK "Deliver me from temptation." CRACK "Deliver me from evil." CRACK "Deliver me." CRACK CRACK CRACK
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[D9 Solitude] Licentious drawback roll: 6d6k4 18 (success)