[Whatever Church was expecting, that...that wasn't it.
Of course it's in Latin, something he can't exactly speak fluently or anything, but he can pick out a few words here and there. That's not the point, though. (Well, it might be--he's not exactly going to ask for a translation right now.) The point is it's slow, quiet, but with a restrained operatic quality he had no idea could come out of Ardyn.
And there's feeling behind it. A deep and heavy weight, maybe dragging him down, maybe letting it go, and the words are certainly practiced to hand it to him a cappella. It's not just something Ardyn picked up along the way. It's...
He starts to realize that this is the song Ardyn had been speaking of. Not just one he probably taught to Clarith, but the prophecy ending eternal night. His people sang it. About him, before anyone had any idea. God, it must be etched practically into his soul.
His hand tightens on Ardyn's, too mesmerized to even think of letting go, letting his voice roll and reverberate in him. Normally, under most circumstances, he wouldn't think he'd be the type to get worked up over music unless it's to get excited about a good jam. Not that he'd want to listen to moving pieces around the guys and get mocked into eternity for feeling them right in his bones. Still, the near physical impact, the tremendous weight of the meaning, however lost on Church and not at all lost on Ardyn, finds his cheeks more damp than they were just a moment ago, he swears.
The last note fades, and the quiet takes back hold, and he's pretty sure that nothing in the universe will ever quite be the same again. The emptiness is almost as heavy as the song, almost. When he feels the almost numb buzz start to fade from the goosebumps on his skin, his free hand quickly reaches up to wipe at his eyes.
It's just dust. Honest. And one more thing to get Church to shut the hell up.]
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Of course it's in Latin, something he can't exactly speak fluently or anything, but he can pick out a few words here and there. That's not the point, though. (Well, it might be--he's not exactly going to ask for a translation right now.) The point is it's slow, quiet, but with a restrained operatic quality he had no idea could come out of Ardyn.
And there's feeling behind it. A deep and heavy weight, maybe dragging him down, maybe letting it go, and the words are certainly practiced to hand it to him a cappella. It's not just something Ardyn picked up along the way. It's...
He starts to realize that this is the song Ardyn had been speaking of. Not just one he probably taught to Clarith, but the prophecy ending eternal night. His people sang it. About him, before anyone had any idea. God, it must be etched practically into his soul.
His hand tightens on Ardyn's, too mesmerized to even think of letting go, letting his voice roll and reverberate in him. Normally, under most circumstances, he wouldn't think he'd be the type to get worked up over music unless it's to get excited about a good jam. Not that he'd want to listen to moving pieces around the guys and get mocked into eternity for feeling them right in his bones. Still, the near physical impact, the tremendous weight of the meaning, however lost on Church and not at all lost on Ardyn, finds his cheeks more damp than they were just a moment ago, he swears.
The last note fades, and the quiet takes back hold, and he's pretty sure that nothing in the universe will ever quite be the same again. The emptiness is almost as heavy as the song, almost. When he feels the almost numb buzz start to fade from the goosebumps on his skin, his free hand quickly reaches up to wipe at his eyes.
It's just dust. Honest. And one more thing to get Church to shut the hell up.]