Sail your sea, meet your storm Who: Cal and Reagan :What: Admission When: Wednesday, during Admission hours Where: The Temple Content Warnings: Discussion of trauma
Despite the chaotic nature of the past week, there was something comforting in slipping into his side of the Admission booth again. Calvin didn't yet know what was going to happen, whether he would even be able to stay, given what Lady Adler now had on him. But, as ever, Calvin found solace in routine. He prayed his own silent prayer to the Gods as he waited for the first admittant of the night to arrive, a prayer not just for protection, for mercy, but a prayer of thanks, too. There was still much to be thankful for now, despite all the rest.
There was a steady stream of admittants that night, and he counseled each with his usual brand of quiet understanding, letting go of his own troubles long enough to help others carry theirs. The work was steadying. There was a comfortable pause before the next admittant stepped into the booth, but when they did, Calvin swore that even though the barrier, he could almost feel the rage simmering quietly on the other side of the partition. It didn't surprise him to hear Reagan's voice when she spoke the familiar opening, and his heart twisted for hers. Whatever her particular situation was with Lukas Fox at this moment, it made sense that by now she would have heard the news.
"I and the Gods listen," he said gently. "Tell me your troubles, Heuris-child."