Riley had smiled at the phone before he set it aside. He had a little bit more work to do and a round of his scheduled dorms to go; to make sure that there was nothing weird nor random going on. Often times he did leave his phone on his bed while he did so and that was only because he did not want any distraction-- no matter what he did, he attempted to be present.
It was an hour later when he came back and checked the phone, he opened it up to see a rather sizeable voice message from Liam. A furrow of his brows as he started to listen, a smile on his lips at the byplay between man and cat in what clearly was not intentional. An accident; how adorable Liam sounded scolding his roommate.
However the smile on his lips slowly died as he heard what came next. The voice, Liam's own voice holding those hints of steel and sadness, the declaration of ownership, the ending of the voice message before whatever happened.
Riley could only assume what happened next.
He sat with it for a moment, for two moments-- his eyes staring into the wall as he processed this, the very idea of demon possession that Liam had told him about but which had not seemed so much a reality as it did now. A pang of thunder and rain pattering against the window was the only thing that brought him back to reality. The sun had set, all was darkness.
How long had he sat there in a daze, processing what he had heard?
Feet hit the ground and then he pushed himself up from the bed while he shoved the phone into his jeans pocket. And then he was out the door and down the hallway, as fast as he could go-- he was running and did not understand how his feet had caught him to the threshold of Saintsmourn before he was out and into the pouring ran, down the cobbled pathway as he beat feet as fast as he could out the gate.
No coat, no nothing. Just a sopping sweater and blond hair that plastered to around his face as he did not dare stop until he got to the village antique shop. There was a light upstairs, he went up to the door and started to bang on it as if all of hell was behind him, as if there was something that was possessing him.
"Let me in!" he shouted, not caring if the neighbors came out to wonder what in the world a Priest of Saintsmourn was doing in the early evening. He had even forgotten that he had a phone in his pocket, if he had been thinking, he could have easily taken it out and sent a text message to Liam.
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Date: 2025-06-02 06:21 pm (UTC)It was an hour later when he came back and checked the phone, he opened it up to see a rather sizeable voice message from Liam. A furrow of his brows as he started to listen, a smile on his lips at the byplay between man and cat in what clearly was not intentional. An accident; how adorable Liam sounded scolding his roommate.
However the smile on his lips slowly died as he heard what came next. The voice, Liam's own voice holding those hints of steel and sadness, the declaration of ownership, the ending of the voice message before whatever happened.
Riley could only assume what happened next.
He sat with it for a moment, for two moments-- his eyes staring into the wall as he processed this, the very idea of demon possession that Liam had told him about but which had not seemed so much a reality as it did now. A pang of thunder and rain pattering against the window was the only thing that brought him back to reality. The sun had set, all was darkness.
How long had he sat there in a daze, processing what he had heard?
Feet hit the ground and then he pushed himself up from the bed while he shoved the phone into his jeans pocket. And then he was out the door and down the hallway, as fast as he could go-- he was running and did not understand how his feet had caught him to the threshold of Saintsmourn before he was out and into the pouring ran, down the cobbled pathway as he beat feet as fast as he could out the gate.
No coat, no nothing. Just a sopping sweater and blond hair that plastered to around his face as he did not dare stop until he got to the village antique shop. There was a light upstairs, he went up to the door and started to bang on it as if all of hell was behind him, as if there was something that was possessing him.
"Let me in!" he shouted, not caring if the neighbors came out to wonder what in the world a Priest of Saintsmourn was doing in the early evening. He had even forgotten that he had a phone in his pocket, if he had been thinking, he could have easily taken it out and sent a text message to Liam.