[ Godfrey releases a breath he hadn't known was held when Gale finally turns away from him and opens that door. Foolishly, he had thought him deterred for the moment - that he might have a moment's reprieve from this creature, this shadow from his past. Godfrey bows his head, the chin of his muzzle touching his chest and the strap straining against the back of his head, and continues murmuring his prayer.
Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and perpetual light shine upon them, and may they rest in peace fogs against the oppressive padding pressing in against his lips. He pulls his thick arms against their restraints. The blood-witchery had begun edging back into the room over the course of their conversation. He would push it back again.
Would have; the door clicks shut again, the lock slides into place, and Gale's back is still waiting for him when he opens his eyes. His voice falls quiet.
Tertiary Gwilym lets him have his sorcery for the time being. Godfrey watches the magic rite in silence, and receives him much the same. Godfrey watches him through champagne-gold strands, face still turned down in genuflection. Eyes upturned in restrained, understated anger. ]
I'm sure you believe that.
[ Perhaps it was even true, to the sick extent that everything else about them had been.
Clan Tremere certainly had far less reason to take interest in him when Godfrey vacated the priesthood. ]
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Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and perpetual light shine upon them, and may they rest in peace fogs against the oppressive padding pressing in against his lips. He pulls his thick arms against their restraints. The blood-witchery had begun edging back into the room over the course of their conversation. He would push it back again.
Would have; the door clicks shut again, the lock slides into place, and Gale's back is still waiting for him when he opens his eyes. His voice falls quiet.
Tertiary Gwilym lets him have his sorcery for the time being. Godfrey watches the magic rite in silence, and receives him much the same. Godfrey watches him through champagne-gold strands, face still turned down in genuflection. Eyes upturned in restrained, understated anger. ]
I'm sure you believe that.
[ Perhaps it was even true, to the sick extent that everything else about them had been.
Clan Tremere certainly had far less reason to take interest in him when Godfrey vacated the priesthood. ]