Prelude: The Second Enthrallment (Philip)
Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2019 9:10 pm
Philip let out a heavy sigh as he exited the infirmary tent. He knew Nathan was one of his more sensitive soldiers, but he really didn't think the kid had been doing that badly, all things considered. To be muttering incomprehensibly like that now, and completely unresponsive... the lieutenant couldn't say that the thought didn't cross his mind of something other than the boy's own psyche being in play, which admittedly sent a chill down his spine.
He noticed his captain approaching - likely coming to check in on the fallen soldier herself. Philip’s expression shifted just slightly as he met eyes with Blake’s, and Blake nodded solemnly in response. Both of them were soldiers of few words, which they both very much appreciated about each other. Blake didn’t need anything more than Philip’s expression to know what she was going to find in the infirmary tent, but she continued on regardless, ever determined to see for herself.
Philip carried on silently back towards his tent. It was a bit early to turn in, but then again, it had been a fairly taxing day of keeping the soldiers under him occupied and reassured. The last thing he needed was Nathan’s condition destabilizing the morale of his unit, which was already tenuous. Mizu was going to speak with the Shel’ti soon, he assured himself and his troops. They’d make allies, and be able to regain ground. All their sacrifices in this war weren’t for naught.
He found himself pausing as he passed by the tent of one of his other soldiers. He heard humming inside, which caught his attention. It’d probably be a good idea to check in on that particular soldier before turning in, anyhow.
“Chloe,” he said softly by her tent flap, his hand just barely cracking it but without gazing inside. “Do you mind if I join you a moment?”
The girl stopped her humming and gave a cheery “Mm-hm!” from within. Philip went ahead and slipped quietly inside, and saw Chloe gazing up at him curiously from beside a small display of objects she had laid out on the floor. Philip examined them curiously as he took a seat across from her; there was a beat-up braided leather bracelet with the clasp torn off, a small glossy black rock, and a tarnished silver necklace Philip had seen Chloe wear many a time, among other things. They were arranged artfully, clearly serving more of a purpose to Chloe than simply being laid out to be taken stock of. Philip felt like he had a decent sense of what the soldier might have been up to, especially as he registered that the bracelet was one he’d seen on Nathan’s wrist some time ago.
“Are you holding up alright? I know you and Nathan were close.”
“Mm. We are,” the girl responded calmly as she reached out to pick up the bracelet and run her thumb over the braiding.
Philip’s stoic expression turned up just a subtle hint of a smile. He appreciated Chloe correcting his tense.
“I’m worried about him,” Chloe continued, “but I’m okay. A little bit scared, but all we can really do is keep up hope, yeah?”
Actually… there was an elephant in the room, and they both knew it. Something everyone had been avoiding giving voice to all day, but…
“Mostly, it’s just that… I don’t believe that Nathan just... broke. Not all on his own.”
Chloe’s big dark blue eyes were hopeful and expectant as they looked up to meet Philip’s gaze. The lieutenant had mixed feelings about what the soldier was getting at. He reached up to rub at his neck a little bit nervously, contemplating how to handle it. The thought had certainly crossed his mind as well, and he didn’t want to invalidate Chloe’s instincts; generally speaking, they tended to be spot-on, and quite frankly, this was likely no exception. But, he also wanted to discourage rumors from circulating, to whatever extent he could.
“I don’t believe that either,” he finally confessed, “but some of the soldiers might need to believe that he did, for their own sakes. Until we know more, we need to avoid panic.”
Chloe nodded thoughtfully, and turned her eyes back down to the bracelet in her hand. Philip worried momentarily whether she felt disheartened by his reply, but she returned her gaze to him fairly quickly, accompanied by a smile.
“Will you pray with me?”
Philip nodded, and relaxed slightly. They had prayed together before, many a time, and he realized that it’d be incredibly calming. Truthfully, that might have been what had really drawn him to Chloe’s tent tonight in the first place, was the hope of a shared prayer.
Chloe gently placed the bracelet back down in the spread of objects, and shifted to get re-settled. She and Philip both bowed their heads, and she began humming again. Philip softly joined in after a time, and stayed with Chloe until he grew restless to move on. He bid her farewell, and she sent him off with a warm smile. Surely… surely she’d be fine.
He let out another heavy sigh once he was back to his own tent and settling in for the night. He appreciated Chloe’s optimism and calming presence deeply, but he supposed felt a little sheepish sometimes, worried he was relying on her more than she could rely on him. Had he done enough for his troops that day? Had he done enough for Nathan before last night? His mind started to play through interactions with Nathan from the previous few days, wondering if he should have known that something was wrong with the boy. Or whether nothing had been wrong with him, and this truly was some external influence… Philip oscillated on whether he even wanted to believe that. He supposed either way, he wanted to believe that Nathan would eventually be able to overcome whatever had happened to him, regardless of the source of his condition. That’s what he’d prayed for. He finally drifted off to sleep clinging on to that hope, that no matter how dark their surroundings, they would all eventually find a path through.
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Philip watched happily as oil bubbled and jumped from the pan over the fire. He and his father were making a special treat today, which he was terribly excited for. He could feel salivation pooling beneath his tongue as he watched his father lay out the thick strips of bacon and the crisp sizzle of the cooking meat hit his ears. His little brother clung softly to his side, watching the oil and bacon in similar savory fascination. He wondered why he hadn’t been able to hold onto this feeling forever. What had he done wrong?
He felt himself falling. Tumbling, really, through a blackness that was full of rocks and lumps and mud and brush, poking at and bashing against him. A cold, black hand saved him - tugged him roughly off of that path, into a small clearing in this pitch-black dangerous wood. He and Blake simply looked at each other for some time, gazing directly at the grief mirrored in both their stoic expressions. Philip had never felt so seen. And yet, he was angry. Somehow, he was sure it was her fault he had been tumbling in the first place - or at least, he suspected it might have been. Or maybe he was unjustly projecting onto her. He’d forgotten what was the case, and felt guilty. He reached out for her hand again, almost involuntarily. She recoiled visibly and left, sending a stabbing pain through his heart. Of course, he shouldn’t have done that. He felt deeply ashamed and embarrassed, and curled up into a rock.
Humming nearby awoke him, and a voice beckoned him to look at the stars. Philip rolled over onto his back, human again, and cast his gaze towards the sky. It was indeed beautiful. But he couldn’t shake feeling like he didn’t deserve this. A sorrow filled him, for all the people who couldn’t see this- who would never have the opportunity to see it ever again.
The voice beside him spoke up again, saying not to worry - that everyone could see this, they just had to look up, no matter where they were. That put many of Philip’s worries to rest, and he was able for a time to simply enjoy the sight.
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((OOC: Anyway, in case it needs to be said, the voice is Chloe’s. I guess she’s beside him in the clearing. But like also dream logic and she might not be and is just talking to him all disembodied-like idk. Feel free to sexualize Chloe or Blake (or Nathan for that matter) in the dream as desired; Philip’s brain has definitely sexualized both Chloe and Blake at different points in time (and Philip felt super ashamed about it bc of course). Undetermined if he's ever had such thoughts about Nathan. Philip is bi, but prettttyyyyyy extra dang repressed about his attraction to men.
Lemme know if you want any other meta-data to get started.))
He noticed his captain approaching - likely coming to check in on the fallen soldier herself. Philip’s expression shifted just slightly as he met eyes with Blake’s, and Blake nodded solemnly in response. Both of them were soldiers of few words, which they both very much appreciated about each other. Blake didn’t need anything more than Philip’s expression to know what she was going to find in the infirmary tent, but she continued on regardless, ever determined to see for herself.
Philip carried on silently back towards his tent. It was a bit early to turn in, but then again, it had been a fairly taxing day of keeping the soldiers under him occupied and reassured. The last thing he needed was Nathan’s condition destabilizing the morale of his unit, which was already tenuous. Mizu was going to speak with the Shel’ti soon, he assured himself and his troops. They’d make allies, and be able to regain ground. All their sacrifices in this war weren’t for naught.
He found himself pausing as he passed by the tent of one of his other soldiers. He heard humming inside, which caught his attention. It’d probably be a good idea to check in on that particular soldier before turning in, anyhow.
“Chloe,” he said softly by her tent flap, his hand just barely cracking it but without gazing inside. “Do you mind if I join you a moment?”
The girl stopped her humming and gave a cheery “Mm-hm!” from within. Philip went ahead and slipped quietly inside, and saw Chloe gazing up at him curiously from beside a small display of objects she had laid out on the floor. Philip examined them curiously as he took a seat across from her; there was a beat-up braided leather bracelet with the clasp torn off, a small glossy black rock, and a tarnished silver necklace Philip had seen Chloe wear many a time, among other things. They were arranged artfully, clearly serving more of a purpose to Chloe than simply being laid out to be taken stock of. Philip felt like he had a decent sense of what the soldier might have been up to, especially as he registered that the bracelet was one he’d seen on Nathan’s wrist some time ago.
“Are you holding up alright? I know you and Nathan were close.”
“Mm. We are,” the girl responded calmly as she reached out to pick up the bracelet and run her thumb over the braiding.
Philip’s stoic expression turned up just a subtle hint of a smile. He appreciated Chloe correcting his tense.
“I’m worried about him,” Chloe continued, “but I’m okay. A little bit scared, but all we can really do is keep up hope, yeah?”
Actually… there was an elephant in the room, and they both knew it. Something everyone had been avoiding giving voice to all day, but…
“Mostly, it’s just that… I don’t believe that Nathan just... broke. Not all on his own.”
Chloe’s big dark blue eyes were hopeful and expectant as they looked up to meet Philip’s gaze. The lieutenant had mixed feelings about what the soldier was getting at. He reached up to rub at his neck a little bit nervously, contemplating how to handle it. The thought had certainly crossed his mind as well, and he didn’t want to invalidate Chloe’s instincts; generally speaking, they tended to be spot-on, and quite frankly, this was likely no exception. But, he also wanted to discourage rumors from circulating, to whatever extent he could.
“I don’t believe that either,” he finally confessed, “but some of the soldiers might need to believe that he did, for their own sakes. Until we know more, we need to avoid panic.”
Chloe nodded thoughtfully, and turned her eyes back down to the bracelet in her hand. Philip worried momentarily whether she felt disheartened by his reply, but she returned her gaze to him fairly quickly, accompanied by a smile.
“Will you pray with me?”
Philip nodded, and relaxed slightly. They had prayed together before, many a time, and he realized that it’d be incredibly calming. Truthfully, that might have been what had really drawn him to Chloe’s tent tonight in the first place, was the hope of a shared prayer.
Chloe gently placed the bracelet back down in the spread of objects, and shifted to get re-settled. She and Philip both bowed their heads, and she began humming again. Philip softly joined in after a time, and stayed with Chloe until he grew restless to move on. He bid her farewell, and she sent him off with a warm smile. Surely… surely she’d be fine.
He let out another heavy sigh once he was back to his own tent and settling in for the night. He appreciated Chloe’s optimism and calming presence deeply, but he supposed felt a little sheepish sometimes, worried he was relying on her more than she could rely on him. Had he done enough for his troops that day? Had he done enough for Nathan before last night? His mind started to play through interactions with Nathan from the previous few days, wondering if he should have known that something was wrong with the boy. Or whether nothing had been wrong with him, and this truly was some external influence… Philip oscillated on whether he even wanted to believe that. He supposed either way, he wanted to believe that Nathan would eventually be able to overcome whatever had happened to him, regardless of the source of his condition. That’s what he’d prayed for. He finally drifted off to sleep clinging on to that hope, that no matter how dark their surroundings, they would all eventually find a path through.
---
Philip watched happily as oil bubbled and jumped from the pan over the fire. He and his father were making a special treat today, which he was terribly excited for. He could feel salivation pooling beneath his tongue as he watched his father lay out the thick strips of bacon and the crisp sizzle of the cooking meat hit his ears. His little brother clung softly to his side, watching the oil and bacon in similar savory fascination. He wondered why he hadn’t been able to hold onto this feeling forever. What had he done wrong?
He felt himself falling. Tumbling, really, through a blackness that was full of rocks and lumps and mud and brush, poking at and bashing against him. A cold, black hand saved him - tugged him roughly off of that path, into a small clearing in this pitch-black dangerous wood. He and Blake simply looked at each other for some time, gazing directly at the grief mirrored in both their stoic expressions. Philip had never felt so seen. And yet, he was angry. Somehow, he was sure it was her fault he had been tumbling in the first place - or at least, he suspected it might have been. Or maybe he was unjustly projecting onto her. He’d forgotten what was the case, and felt guilty. He reached out for her hand again, almost involuntarily. She recoiled visibly and left, sending a stabbing pain through his heart. Of course, he shouldn’t have done that. He felt deeply ashamed and embarrassed, and curled up into a rock.
Humming nearby awoke him, and a voice beckoned him to look at the stars. Philip rolled over onto his back, human again, and cast his gaze towards the sky. It was indeed beautiful. But he couldn’t shake feeling like he didn’t deserve this. A sorrow filled him, for all the people who couldn’t see this- who would never have the opportunity to see it ever again.
The voice beside him spoke up again, saying not to worry - that everyone could see this, they just had to look up, no matter where they were. That put many of Philip’s worries to rest, and he was able for a time to simply enjoy the sight.
---
((OOC: Anyway, in case it needs to be said, the voice is Chloe’s. I guess she’s beside him in the clearing. But like also dream logic and she might not be and is just talking to him all disembodied-like idk. Feel free to sexualize Chloe or Blake (or Nathan for that matter) in the dream as desired; Philip’s brain has definitely sexualized both Chloe and Blake at different points in time (and Philip felt super ashamed about it bc of course). Undetermined if he's ever had such thoughts about Nathan. Philip is bi, but prettttyyyyyy extra dang repressed about his attraction to men.
Lemme know if you want any other meta-data to get started.))