Who: Eddie (Narrative, unless maybe someone at the convenience store wants to join?) What: Prayers Where: Convenience store where Sabrina set up When: Thursday night Warnings: None
Eddie waited until after the sun had gone down. Until people were asleep or resting and things felt almost calm for a moment. He gathered up a few things from around the store they were staying in: a small wooden crate that he turned over to use as a table, a couple of candles, some dried figs, pistachios, and some coffee. He'd gotten an idea from reading the angel talk about prayers, and he had no idea if it would work or it was completely insane, but he thought he wanted to try.
He lit the candles, laid out the food and coffee, and knelt in front of the small altar. He'd never been religious and wasn't sure what he was doing but he thought that, if this was going to work, it was more about the belief that it would than the actual process. He thought of Jinn. Thought about champagne and coffee, the smell of the graveyard, the feel of wool in his fingers, of Jinn's laugh and smile and faint wisps of smoke, the feeling of his skin against Eddie's own.
I don't know if this will work. I wish it would. I've never done anything like this and I'm just sort of...making it up as I go. I left some food and some coffee. I wanted alcohol, I think I read once that it's good to put on altars, but there's none here.
I'm not sure what happened but I hope you're okay.
I'm alright, I just wanted to let you know that. I didn't want you to worry. Sabrina sent her cat that's not a cat and it dealt with the bugs while Stan and Bev helped me get out. We're staying in a convenience store for now. I know you tried and something must have gotten in the way. I hope you're safe.
We haven't found Bill. Maybe he's just lost his phone but I...I've got a bad feeling. I really want to be wrong.
He sat there for a few more minutes, just thinking. Praying, he supposed.
I hope you're safe
He let the candles stay lit, and left the food out, as much as everything in him wanted not to. Loud, shrill voices in his head shouting about the bugs and how flammable a building like this would be and how dangerous he was being. It didn't matter, this seemed important. He lay down nearby and settled in to rest.