[ ah, well-- that just seals it. any echoes of anything remotely unpleasant have vanished in blue eyes -- and seeing the enthusiastic return of his efforts has worries being assuaged in short order. yes... he really does think he'll find them fast friends. ]
Ah-- did you?! I'm so glad...! I only wish Sister Kate was here to whip up something special; I swear, Falco, that woman is like a wizard with a kettle and some tea leaves. It's practically magic, I'm telling you!
[ pleased and smiling like the power of an ENTIRE SUN had been encapsulated in his face, he ruffles the boy's hair gently. one would have to have a heart made out of diamonds forged in hellfire cursed by Satan himself not to melt at the sight of this adorableness. ]
Do you have a sweet tooth? I wasn't sure, but-- I figured if you don't like sweet things, you could always let me know and I could find you something else!
[ what a talkative priest! the brightest, like the sun itself! falco pays attention and nods to every detail. sister kate, a friend of father abel’s that can make a mean tea: he’ll remember that! ]
I love sweets . . . !
[ which brings his attention back to the gifted lunch box full of neatly packed pastries, that now he could only assume were the sweet kind. time to sit on the cottage porch’s first staircase, which he hopes abel will join him as he opens the heya catty box full of delectables. ]
[ he's sorry Falco he never shuts up, please feel free to tell him to be quiet..... it probably won't work but he'll try...!! ]
[ well, after a moment-- he takes this as invitation to join him! and so he does go and sit right next to him. big tall lanky loser next to this little bundle of cuteness... wow... ]
They're macrons~! Have you had them before...? Miss Doll made them for me! [ she is the literal best Falco like... just the literal best. let her spoil you, too. ]
[ uhhhh when u are crushing on a girl who yells so much mountains move a talkative priest is like an old friend 😌 ]
Macrons . . . [ he repeats, taking two of the pastries from the box; one for himself, and one to hand to father abel. ] I don’t think so. What’s Miss Doll like?
[ FALCO you have a crush.......... this is adorable ]
[ he gently takes the offered pastry with pleasure ]
Oh, Miss Doll...? She's wonderful~! [ suddenly: dreamy-eyed ] She's very sweet, Falco, you'll really like her...! She's got a very kind heart even though I think she's the sort to have been through a lot in life. And though I think things are still hard, she's always doing her best to make others happy...
[ he turns the little cat-shaped macron over in his fingers, thoughtfully ]
I think you'd like her a lot. And-- it might be good for both of you to become friends, if you gave it a shot!
[ told her he wanted to marry her and everything even if that was the near death experience talking 😳
falco continues to listen as he unwraps the treat and gives it a bite— a bite that very suddenly!!! has him looking more serious—? he’s taking another bite and—! ]
It’s so good! [ not to make it sound like he should want to be friends with someone just because of their cooking but, ] I definitely will!
[ he’s almost done with it . . . what a pleasure. ]
[ he is clearly pleased that Falco enjoys the sweets, both because they were a gift from Doll and because it’s quite nice to see the boy happy. it’s clear to see he’s been through more than his fair share... someone so young shouldn’t have to bear the quiet burden in his eyes ]
[ but his smile is seemingly carefree and just as upbeat as he answers ]
Oh, me? Well, I’m afraid I’m a rather boring sort of person when it comes to hobbies and the like... I’m always traveling back at home, so I don’t get much time to sit still, you know? But I like to garden~! Growing vegetables is a lot of fun, especially when you get to eat the fruits of your labor! Veggies of your labor...?
Ah— how about you, Falco? What do you do for fun? You must be in school back at home, right?
[ the simplest of hobbies— traveling included— is more than enough for a boy who only knew the travel to a battlefield or the walls of an internment zone. hearing about so much moving around could be tiring, but it could also be an adventure on its own. gardening sounds like something peaceful, and falco can't help a chuckle behind lips peppered with crumbs and trying to keep a smile from spreading too much with his mouth full.
he'd rather has focus on that sort of fun than his own life back home. ah, he starts, bringing a closed hand in front of his mouth whilst chewing fast enough finish off a swallow. ]
I, uh, [ gesture, ] not really, Father Abel. [ where fun is concerned, at least (but education also not something he's had much of, ] I don't have that kind of . . . High Being? Back home. But we're taught basics.
[ he actually . . . doesn't have a hobby. he never had time for a hobby. ]
I'm thinking of taking care of chickens here, and I've been exploring a lot— do those count as hobbies?
[ he echoes the words with a quizzical expression, nudging at his glasses absently. the hesitation in Falco's response combined with the delicate wording... hm. he doesn't want to pry, to make him uncomfortable-- especially since the priest is aware he's been through the wringer lately, but the information is stored for later. ]
Oh-- yes, that definitely counts! [ his smile returns with a vengeance ] Though do you mind if I ask... why chickens?
[ hmmm now that’s something that gets him to open and close his mouth. ]
Because the males fight with each other and I need to practice the gift Master Admin gave me. [ it was . . . straightforwardly sincere, and for a second ducks his head, with an implied apology. you get a free confession! ] I made a post about it earlier but I didn’t say that, because . . . Putting roosters together on purpose is cruel. But I still promise I won’t let them hurt each other, and I’ll keep them separated for most of the day!
[ ...it's as if the world tried to smush as much cuteness into one small person as they could, and the end result was Falco. Abel is looking at him for moment-- just sort of taken aback by the adorable sincerity in these words... ]
[ before he chuckles softly, and rests his hand lightly on the boy's head to ruffle his hair in a gently teasing, fond gesture ]
Hens are cute, I'll give you that. And I bet you'll do a wonderful job looking after them, the roosters too! They'll be lucky to have such a kind caretaker.
[ but-- ]
But you mentioned... a gift? Something the Admin gave you? [ that is cause for some concern, not only because of the child's circumstances, but the priest does not trust that man ]
[ hair ruffles are always good as they are welcomed, eyes pressing shut with a smile. it helps warm off the edge of feeling guilty, and he supposes a priest was a good person to be honest to? since he already started off, there wasn’t a reason to fall back. he reaches close to his pocket, where a holster is clipped. he pulls a marble sized orb from the holster, and cups it in his palms; a gentle blue light warms from it. ]
I asked for a rifle, so I could protect people, but . . . [ there was titan shifting too, but that . . . not only was it unstable, it was also overkill. the little orb rolls in his hand from side to side as he dips them gently. ] I never liked them. I don’t like hurting anyone. He gave me this instead, and said that if I practice hard enough, [ he holds his hand up with his palm curved up, just enough to keep it in place, ] it’d make anything lose its need for violence If I wanted them to.
[ it’s . . . a lot of responsibility. in the wrong hands, it could be a destructive advantage over people. it could make them defenseless over falco. he’s also a boy of his word though: he promised not to use it for anything that wasn’t either self defense or for someone’s own. the thought of it being with anyone else makes him swallow, tightly. ]
It’s just for a few minutes, but I think that’s more than enough to save someone. You won’t tell anyone else, right?
[ even if admin said it, that was alright. at least word didn’t come from falco when it came to others. he could become just as much of a weapon if the wrong person knew. ]
[ he can't help but give something of a start at the warm, ethereal light produced from the marble-sized ball; he hasn't seen anything quite like it. the boy's explanation does little to quell the feeling of wonder-- and soft appreciation for the child's gentle nature. the more he talks with him, the more assured Abel is that Falco...? is a kind-hearted, sweet boy who hardly deserved to be here... ]
[ ...but he was. ]
[ when he extolls the purpose of the orb, Abel can't help but stare at it. it could pacify someone? that was... immensely powerful-- Falco had the right gist of it, and not for the first time, the priest is left wondering at the Admin's intentions, left trying to figure out the sort of person who would give this to the boy. ]
It's beautiful...
[ he finds himself gently nodding his head in answer ] ...Of course. This will stay between us, okay? Please don't worry. [ it was a lot of responsibility to place on Falco's shoulders, this deceptively small object... but... ]
I think... you're the perfect master for this. If you learn how to use it well, then... you'll be able to do a lot of good with it. [ he hopes he would never have to use it-- but if he did... Abel knew he would do so wisely and with a pure heart ]
[ his heart swells with possibility and hope. he hopes he can. he feels like he needs to and nods gratefully, cupping the orb and slipping it back into its holster. ]
I hope so . . . [ he takes the moment to take the thermos he was given to take a sip of the tea— very good tea. ] Master Admin said it’d help with my, [ a beat, before he sets the bottle down, slides his blazer off his shoulders to reveal what the collar had covered off: two purple swirls adjacent to each other enough that they form an uncanny “S” together, with large tendrils extending into his scalp, hidden by hair, and down to the start of his shoulders, ending at the space just before the nape on both sides. ] problem.
[ and if he wanted to see it better, he’d be given more room to. ]
[ ah-- he is leaning in a bit as Falco displays the mark on his neck, and his brow furrows softly together in consternation. the purple swirls... so this is what it looked like. at least it gave him some context for the issue the boy had been forced to face, but... ]
...Does it hurt, Falco?
[ the question is quiet. he wishes he had the strength of his colleagues, some way to remove this for him. perhaps he was a priest, but he hadn't been gifted with magic or spiritual energy or anything of the like - all he had was the sincere wish to make this child's burden vanish ]
Only with “Holy Water”. Right now it’s just, [ he rubs it again, gently before his hand is sliding back down to his lap. ] numb, like if I had ice on it for a really long time.
[ there’s something that’s been plaguing his thoughts, though. something stupid but still a concern that eats away at the attempts to say it: his lips move, but he doesn’t speak, only to suck in breath right after inhaling to start. ]
Back home they’d call us descendants of the devil. [ it’s a long history that falco doesn’t agree with, he’s just as human and deserving as everyone else, but . . . ] This doesn’t mean that’s true, does it?
[ because holy water was a quick association for agony, now, no matter how many times he tried to convince himself it was for good. you can’t quite convince someone with a phobia for needles that it won’t hurt— because it was terrifying even if needed. ]
[ who? trying to word it differently just comes off, so he goes with the naked truth, hands on his knees and regarding abel. ]
It’s . . . History, I guess. Eldians did a lot of horrible things to Marleyans in the past. They’re the only people who can turn into monsters, uh, [ gesture, ] giants. It’s what we all learn.
[ even if he didn’t agree, it wasn’t as if he could just ignore it. the world was so full of shades and he could see them all the way they are. beyond them, even. it sounded almost silly now, asking for that sort of reassurance, so he ducks his head. ]
I just, [ he lifts both hands and drops his fingers on his kneecaps again in a light fwup. ] wanted to make sure.
[ his heart aches as the priest gently rests his hands atop Falco’s where the boy has them at his knees. cruel... people truly could be beyond cruel— to a child...
there’s a reassuring confidence in his voice ]
You are nothing like the devil. Or a monster, or anything even close to that... okay?
[ his fingers give a gentle squeeze ]
People can say terrible things when they’re hurt or scared. It doesn’t make it right, but... I hope you know it means it was never about you. Because you are not what they’re afraid of, and that isn’t who you are inside.
[ Abel gently lifts the heavy rosary from where it’s dangling from his neck, hanging low over his lap. he takes one of Falco’s hands, and with care, winds small fingers around the time-worn edges, just to prove it won’t burn or hurt him. ]
[ he knew that— fear was in the past, not him as a person. it's why he never minded when others were scornful. they didn't know anything else, they weren't taught or shown otherwise, so he could . . . considerately understand them. he'd help them anyway. it's what falco's always done, all while fishing for a way to keep them from being forced down these paths. a work in progress that might've been to big for him to punch a dent in.
truth be told, falco is half reluctant at first, shying away from touching it until— he complies, keeps his fingers open and ready for the touch. nothing happens, and his shoulders ease from whatever tension it still held. ]
. . . Thank you. [ and to clarify: ] I know. I was just— worried. It almost felt like a coincidence.
[ his expression softens into what he hopes is an encouraging smile. ...there is a darkness in Falco's eyes that has nothing to do with his possession and everything to do with things the child has seen he shouldn't have. experiences... memories. loss. grief. a burden he's too young to have been made to bear. ]
...Do you mind if I ask you something personal? And - I want you to know you can refuse to answer, if it makes you uncomfortable. Okay? Please don't feel like you have to tell me.
[ at this rate— talking has been the thing that most helps him rather than not. falco peers at the priest while cradling the lunch box being closed in his lap, saving the remaining pastries for the mandalorian and the child, that he'll be staying with tonight. ]
That's fine . . . Don't worry about it. [ he's only been honest until now and even when it's dark, having someone around like that felt like he was looking at the warmth of a candle fire cupped in his hand. ] I like talking— It helps.
[ Abel hopes that the subject matter won't upset him, but... considering the nature of their talk so far, maybe it was inevitable. ]
What is it like for you, back at home...?
[ there's unrest, and some sort of dispute between two peoples - he's gathered that much. but he means more personally. what is his home life like...? is he happy? is he safe? ]
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Ah-- did you?! I'm so glad...! I only wish Sister Kate was here to whip up something special; I swear, Falco, that woman is like a wizard with a kettle and some tea leaves. It's practically magic, I'm telling you!
[ pleased and smiling like the power of an ENTIRE SUN had been encapsulated in his face, he ruffles the boy's hair gently. one would have to have a heart made out of diamonds forged in hellfire cursed by Satan himself not to melt at the sight of this adorableness. ]
Do you have a sweet tooth? I wasn't sure, but-- I figured if you don't like sweet things, you could always let me know and I could find you something else!
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I love sweets . . . !
[ which brings his attention back to the gifted lunch box full of neatly packed pastries, that now he could only assume were the sweet kind. time to sit on the cottage porch’s first staircase, which he hopes abel will join him as he opens the heya catty box full of delectables. ]
What kind of pastries are these?
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[ well, after a moment-- he takes this as invitation to join him! and so he does go and sit right next to him. big tall lanky loser next to this little bundle of cuteness... wow... ]
They're macrons~! Have you had them before...? Miss Doll made them for me! [ she is the literal best Falco like... just the literal best. let her spoil you, too. ]
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Macrons . . . [ he repeats, taking two of the pastries from the box; one for himself, and one to hand to father abel. ] I don’t think so. What’s Miss Doll like?
[ he’s heard the name before! ]
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[ he gently takes the offered pastry with pleasure ]
Oh, Miss Doll...? She's wonderful~! [ suddenly: dreamy-eyed ] She's very sweet, Falco, you'll really like her...! She's got a very kind heart even though I think she's the sort to have been through a lot in life. And though I think things are still hard, she's always doing her best to make others happy...
[ he turns the little cat-shaped macron over in his fingers, thoughtfully ]
I think you'd like her a lot. And-- it might be good for both of you to become friends, if you gave it a shot!
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falco continues to listen as he unwraps the treat and gives it a bite— a bite that very suddenly!!! has him looking more serious—? he’s taking another bite and—! ]
It’s so good! [ not to make it sound like he should want to be friends with someone just because of their cooking but, ] I definitely will!
[ he’s almost done with it . . . what a pleasure. ]
What about you, Father? What do you like doing?
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[ but his smile is seemingly carefree and just as upbeat as he answers ]
Oh, me? Well, I’m afraid I’m a rather boring sort of person when it comes to hobbies and the like... I’m always traveling back at home, so I don’t get much time to sit still, you know? But I like to garden~! Growing vegetables is a lot of fun, especially when you get to eat the fruits of your labor! Veggies of your labor...?
Ah— how about you, Falco? What do you do for fun? You must be in school back at home, right?
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he'd rather has focus on that sort of fun than his own life back home. ah, he starts, bringing a closed hand in front of his mouth whilst chewing fast enough finish off a swallow. ]
I, uh, [ gesture, ] not really, Father Abel. [ where fun is concerned, at least (but education also not something he's had much of, ] I don't have that kind of . . . High Being? Back home. But we're taught basics.
[ he actually . . . doesn't have a hobby. he never had time for a hobby. ]
I'm thinking of taking care of chickens here, and I've been exploring a lot— do those count as hobbies?
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[ he echoes the words with a quizzical expression, nudging at his glasses absently. the hesitation in Falco's response combined with the delicate wording... hm. he doesn't want to pry, to make him uncomfortable-- especially since the priest is aware he's been through the wringer lately, but the information is stored for later. ]
Oh-- yes, that definitely counts! [ his smile returns with a vengeance ] Though do you mind if I ask... why chickens?
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Because the males fight with each other and I need to practice the gift Master Admin gave me. [ it was . . . straightforwardly sincere, and for a second ducks his head, with an implied apology. you get a free confession! ] I made a post about it earlier but I didn’t say that, because . . . Putting roosters together on purpose is cruel. But I still promise I won’t let them hurt each other, and I’ll keep them separated for most of the day!
[ and, after a nearly awkward pause. ]
A-and, the hens are cute.
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Hens are cute, I'll give you that. And I bet you'll do a wonderful job looking after them, the roosters too! They'll be lucky to have such a kind caretaker.
[ but-- ]
But you mentioned... a gift? Something the Admin gave you? [ that is cause for some concern, not only because of the child's circumstances, but the priest does not trust that man ]
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I asked for a rifle, so I could protect people, but . . . [ there was titan shifting too, but that . . . not only was it unstable, it was also overkill. the little orb rolls in his hand from side to side as he dips them gently. ] I never liked them. I don’t like hurting anyone. He gave me this instead, and said that if I practice hard enough, [ he holds his hand up with his palm curved up, just enough to keep it in place, ] it’d make anything lose its need for violence If I wanted them to.
[ it’s . . . a lot of responsibility. in the wrong hands, it could be a destructive advantage over people. it could make them defenseless over falco. he’s also a boy of his word though: he promised not to use it for anything that wasn’t either self defense or for someone’s own. the thought of it being with anyone else makes him swallow, tightly. ]
It’s just for a few minutes, but I think that’s more than enough to save someone. You won’t tell anyone else, right?
[ even if admin said it, that was alright. at least word didn’t come from falco when it came to others. he could become just as much of a weapon if the wrong person knew. ]
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[ ...but he was. ]
[ when he extolls the purpose of the orb, Abel can't help but stare at it. it could pacify someone? that was... immensely powerful-- Falco had the right gist of it, and not for the first time, the priest is left wondering at the Admin's intentions, left trying to figure out the sort of person who would give this to the boy. ]
It's beautiful...
[ he finds himself gently nodding his head in answer ] ...Of course. This will stay between us, okay? Please don't worry. [ it was a lot of responsibility to place on Falco's shoulders, this deceptively small object... but... ]
I think... you're the perfect master for this. If you learn how to use it well, then... you'll be able to do a lot of good with it. [ he hopes he would never have to use it-- but if he did... Abel knew he would do so wisely and with a pure heart ]
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I hope so . . . [ he takes the moment to take the thermos he was given to take a sip of the tea— very good tea. ] Master Admin said it’d help with my, [ a beat, before he sets the bottle down, slides his blazer off his shoulders to reveal what the collar had covered off: two purple swirls adjacent to each other enough that they form an uncanny “S” together, with large tendrils extending into his scalp, hidden by hair, and down to the start of his shoulders, ending at the space just before the nape on both sides. ] problem.
[ and if he wanted to see it better, he’d be given more room to. ]
And Father Orden said it was safe, for now.
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...Does it hurt, Falco?
[ the question is quiet. he wishes he had the strength of his colleagues, some way to remove this for him. perhaps he was a priest, but he hadn't been gifted with magic or spiritual energy or anything of the like - all he had was the sincere wish to make this child's burden vanish ]
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[ there’s something that’s been plaguing his thoughts, though. something stupid but still a concern that eats away at the attempts to say it: his lips move, but he doesn’t speak, only to suck in breath right after inhaling to start. ]
Back home they’d call us descendants of the devil. [ it’s a long history that falco doesn’t agree with, he’s just as human and deserving as everyone else, but . . . ] This doesn’t mean that’s true, does it?
[ because holy water was a quick association for agony, now, no matter how many times he tried to convince himself it was for good. you can’t quite convince someone with a phobia for needles that it won’t hurt— because it was terrifying even if needed. ]
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he had his suspicions that the boy was carrying the weight of a burden that'd existed long before he'd come here, but even so... ]
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[ he shifts a little where he's sitting, coming to kneel in front of the child so their eyes could meet properly ]
Why would anyone say something so terrible...?
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It’s . . . History, I guess. Eldians did a lot of horrible things to Marleyans in the past. They’re the only people who can turn into monsters, uh, [ gesture, ] giants. It’s what we all learn.
[ even if he didn’t agree, it wasn’t as if he could just ignore it. the world was so full of shades and he could see them all the way they are. beyond them, even. it sounded almost silly now, asking for that sort of reassurance, so he ducks his head. ]
I just, [ he lifts both hands and drops his fingers on his kneecaps again in a light fwup. ] wanted to make sure.
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there’s a reassuring confidence in his voice ]
You are nothing like the devil. Or a monster, or anything even close to that... okay?
[ his fingers give a gentle squeeze ]
People can say terrible things when they’re hurt or scared. It doesn’t make it right, but... I hope you know it means it was never about you. Because you are not what they’re afraid of, and that isn’t who you are inside.
[ Abel gently lifts the heavy rosary from where it’s dangling from his neck, hanging low over his lap. he takes one of Falco’s hands, and with care, winds small fingers around the time-worn edges, just to prove it won’t burn or hurt him. ]
See...? There’s no devil in you... just a boy.
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truth be told, falco is half reluctant at first, shying away from touching it until— he complies, keeps his fingers open and ready for the touch. nothing happens, and his shoulders ease from whatever tension it still held. ]
. . . Thank you. [ and to clarify: ] I know. I was just— worried. It almost felt like a coincidence.
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[ his expression softens into what he hopes is an encouraging smile. ...there is a darkness in Falco's eyes that has nothing to do with his possession and everything to do with things the child has seen he shouldn't have. experiences... memories. loss. grief. a burden he's too young to have been made to bear. ]
...Do you mind if I ask you something personal? And - I want you to know you can refuse to answer, if it makes you uncomfortable. Okay? Please don't feel like you have to tell me.
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That's fine . . . Don't worry about it. [ he's only been honest until now and even when it's dark, having someone around like that felt like he was looking at the warmth of a candle fire cupped in his hand. ] I like talking— It helps.
[ he has a green light to ask away. ]
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What is it like for you, back at home...?
[ there's unrest, and some sort of dispute between two peoples - he's gathered that much. but he means more personally. what is his home life like...? is he happy? is he safe? ]
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