Amory Felix (
fatespoken) wrote2020-12-01 01:48 am
∞ [ action post ]
✏ LOGGING: This is your thread for logging, whether spontaneous or plot-related, silly or serious. His normal haunts include shifts at the Blue Light, various city bars, cafes, random encounters, etc. Prose preferred, [] are fine too.
✉ TO SET UP: Just drop me a line at aeloriax[at]gmail.com or Y!M/AIM (listed in the post below) to give me a heads-up. I'm open to anything as long as it fits ICly.
TRACKING:
March;
Peter & Amory [ Blue Light ] ✯ this is a song lyric [ in progress ]
✉ TO SET UP: Just drop me a line at aeloriax[at]gmail.com or Y!M/AIM (listed in the post below) to give me a heads-up. I'm open to anything as long as it fits ICly.
TRACKING:
March;
Peter & Amory [ Blue Light ] ✯ this is a song lyric [ in progress ]

spill it out on the ragged floor / a thousand different versions of yourself
I assume I'm better off not knowing.
spill it out on the ragged floor / a thousand different versions of yourself
[ Implicit in his remark, whether Chase catches it or not, is the suggestion that he wouldn't fully comprehend his explanations. A man used to the laws of his own world, or the laws he was aware of, would seem to have difficulty wrapping his mind around the supernatural. The unusual must not be a complete stranger to Chase after living in the City this long, but even if Chase understands the words presented to him, fully registering the reality of it is a different matter. He might not be giving Chase due credit, but any excuse not to give explanation is enough for Amory. ]
spill it out on the ragged floor / a thousand different versions of yourself
So maybe he'd understand or maybe he wouldn't, because he himself is all too human, but the concern now is that he arrived past midnight, and he's already pushed Amory further than his weekend of displacement had managed. He doesn't want to push too far.]
It's late for long stories. [He pauses, inclining his head in some kind of acknowledgement.] Thanks.
[For telling Chase what he had with such a small degree of hostility as to be almost civil. It was late, too, to be dragging anything out of him.]