will parry (knifebearer) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-05-15 20:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, lyra silvertongue, will parry |
Who: Will & Lyra (also Pantalaimon & Kirjava)
What: a reunion!
When: Wednesday night
Where: Will's room, 107
Warnings: TBD!
It had been almost exactly ten years since Will's last jaunt into another universe. Of the two ways he'd now experienced that kind of travel, he knew which one he preferred: disconcerting as the windows in the world were, they weren't painful. His skin was still tingling from the pain of it, particularly (for some reason) the stubs of his fingers on his left hand. He didn't know whether that was because they were more tender, or if it was a just a memory of pain, an echo. Because the moment he'd arrived, he'd remembered everything that was awful about being in holes in universes, and the consequences of traveling through them: the slow destruction of the world itself through the leaking of Dust, the collapse of society and loss of conscious life under the threat of Specters, and the weight of the burden of having to fix all of that. And now he was older, but the knife was broken, and he was facing the prospect of trying to fix another set of broken universes by himself, without Lyra or any of the angels, or even Mary.
Or at least, he'd thought he was alone. His heart had stopped for a moment when he saw Lyra's face on the network, almost exactly how he remembered her. Hadn't any time passed for her at all? He tried to concentrate on what she was saying to him, because he knew it was important, but he kept staring at her face. Kirjava, equally entranced, had lept up into his arms and then curled around his shoulders to stare at the screen. But Pantalaimon was nowhere to be seen on the screen, and so after a moment she gracefully jumped back down to the floor again.
And now he didn't even know what to do with himself. He was thrilled to see Lyra again-- he could see his own nervous excitement reflected in his daemon as she paced the floor and stretched-- but confused by the circumstances, and by the differing passages of time. Still, if his previous experiences had taught him anything, it was how to take incredibly strange things in stride. He stayed standing where he was, trying to focus on absorbing the information written in the smallest of letters on this supposed "smart" phone. He'd never really been much for technology, or with keeping up with anything else modern and popular, but he'd figured out how to use it quickly enough, and it was easier to concentrate on that rather than on what was going to happen when Lyra arrived. She'd be here soon enough, and then they'd figure all of this out together.