Now this makes her hesitate. Faith stands just outside the temple for a good five minutes before she walks in. Guilt's been on her mind since the mess with the doubles started, so the atmosphere in the temple brings tears to her eyes right away.
Still, she heads for the altar, where she sets down a candle shaped like a dog with a severed leg in its mouth. (It's sad, okay? What if the leg belonged to its master or something? Figuratively, of course. It's only a candle.) It's a poor offering in and of itself, but the candle isn't the point so much as the apology it represents, the remorse and the sadness over what part of her did to the god she'd begun to feel such a connection to. She wouldn't blame him if he struck her down or somethibg right now either. It might not have been her, but she was the double's source.
None of that much matters, though, so Faith sighs shakily and pinches the wick to light it with her power. The same fire that damaged the temple now lights it a little. She prefers it that way, controlled and gentle, warm and bright.
"Sorry," she murmurs, sniffling, and she stands there for about a minute, letting the sadness build in her, for his sake. If there's no response (and she's not expecting one), she leaves, wiping tears out of her eyes as she goes.
[As soon as she sends the text, she heads off to search the stores for another sad candle. Eventually, she finds one that is a pool of wax on a plate, which looks like it was once a candle whose wax was just reheated and a new wick dipped in it for re-use. Resourceful but not pretty, a sure sign of sad times.
Faith brings this to Sorrow's temple and lights it with a pinch of the wick. Now that she knows he likes them, she comes by every few days to check on the state of the candle, a fresh one in hand for when the current one has gone out.]
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Still, she heads for the altar, where she sets down a candle shaped like a dog with a severed leg in its mouth. (It's sad, okay? What if the leg belonged to its master or something? Figuratively, of course. It's only a candle.) It's a poor offering in and of itself, but the candle isn't the point so much as the apology it represents, the remorse and the sadness over what part of her did to the god she'd begun to feel such a connection to. She wouldn't blame him if he struck her down or somethibg right now either. It might not have been her, but she was the double's source.
None of that much matters, though, so Faith sighs shakily and pinches the wick to light it with her power. The same fire that damaged the temple now lights it a little. She prefers it that way, controlled and gentle, warm and bright.
"Sorry," she murmurs, sniffling, and she stands there for about a minute, letting the sadness build in her, for his sake. If there's no response (and she's not expecting one), she leaves, wiping tears out of her eyes as she goes.
text
Your candle has burned through.
text
Oh. I could get you another?
[If you don't mind her crying some mo-- wait. Is that the point.
...he deserves it, she thinks.]
text
I enjoy the decoration.
text > action
[As soon as she sends the text, she heads off to search the stores for another sad candle. Eventually, she finds one that is a pool of wax on a plate, which looks like it was once a candle whose wax was just reheated and a new wick dipped in it for re-use. Resourceful but not pretty, a sure sign of sad times.
Faith brings this to Sorrow's temple and lights it with a pinch of the wick. Now that she knows he likes them, she comes by every few days to check on the state of the candle, a fresh one in hand for when the current one has gone out.]