Week 2, Saturday Post-Trial - Sandalphon

[fragileprophet]

[This time it really is one last gay for the road. With his own fate unknown, there are a lot of people who have stopped by to talk to them. But, eventually, the night wears on. Ion can't sleep. He has one thing on his mind. So, in the dark, dead hours of the night, a visitor enters the dungeon. When Ion reaches Sandalphon's cell, he's carrying a cup of coffee, balancing it carefully.]

I brought you something...I made it myself.

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[melancoffeea]

[In the dungeon, Sandalphon prays softly in a foreign tongue with his eyes closed and his hands clasped together. The sounds of his prayer roll into one, almost like a long drawl. He trails off upon hearing Ion's approach, his eyes opening slowly to regard his partner, then the cup of coffee, with a blank look.]

. . . Coffee, huh.