Seraphim
He, Him
27
June 25th
Eterna City, Sinnoh
Heterosexual
Billionaire, Playboy
Head Scientist
"I can't take the pressure....I'm gone beyond repair...."
Forging Ahead (Social/Closed)
POSTED ON Sept 8, 2023 14:37:33 GMT
He listened, technically Amor already knew that, and yet he was still silent for a while.
"You know....I have a pretty good memory....Sometimes I think it's a curse...." Amor wished he could forget so many things. So he stopped his work, and he walked past Cillian Quinn , into another room. One that was untouched by the forge. Cillian may have known about Tempest Quinn 's, and Amor's letters to one another back, and forth in that place. Amor remembered sending Temp a photo of his kids, and in return, Amor had received one of Temp, and Cillians daughter. Every detail had been etched into his mind, it was just another thing he had been unable to forget from that place.
However he had known that it had tormented others just the same. Very few people were polite to him, very few people were kind to him, and didn't try to take advantage of him in this world. Despite having defected from the League, the Underboss in front of him never once questioned Amor's loyalty. Maybe it was becasue of who had recruited him, maybe it was because it was such a rare occurrence for the switch to occur that way. Temp had been one of the very few people to reach out to Amor in that place, along with Isaac Merlo , mint frost , and even El Sunderland to check on him, and help him.
Kindness should beget kindness, and since they had came back....Amor had been busy doing more than just forging. He returned from the room holding a rectangle shaped package that had been wrapped so as to not let anything happen to it.
"I don't think it's right that our memories fail us....When they shouldn't...." Were the only words that he spoke to Cillian. Amor wasn't good at many things, he had many skills that were borderline useless in most cases, but in this moment he felt he could ease the burden of another soul.
So he put the package in Cillians grasp.
"I won't intrude upon your time further....I hope this helps you both." Without another word, or further elaboration, Amor would leave Cillian alone in his forge with that package.
When the Underboss finally opened it, he would find a painting of Cillian, Temp standing on either side of a girl with one hand on each of her shoulders. Every detail had been painstakingly recreated from that single picture that Temp had given him, nothing was out of place.
Amor left because he recognized that devoid tone....It was the same one he used when he was trying to contain the sickening pit in his chest. He figured Cillian would want to be alone for a while, and he was more than happy to give him that space. At least now the pair would have a permanent memory of their loved one. All he hoped is that it would help them somehow....
Cillian Quinn
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