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paradisa2013-04-14 01:30 pm
workaphilic) wrote in paradisa2013-04-14 01:30 pm
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[He spent the first full day locked in his room.
He didn't even try to wash it away. The outburst on the journals, with the way the stain faded against his skin -- it was clearly something not meant to be washed away. Streaks of red across his forehead, his eyes, his nose, his ear. Like he'd fallen from a great height and smashed his head against the ground.
He spent hours in front of the mirror, staring at himself. He can see the castle's little joke. "Blood" a shade too bright, close enough to be mistaken, but to a discerning eye.... To his eyes, perfectly trained, it looks like betrayal plain on his face.
He hasn't eaten, he hasn't slept.
On the second day, he doesn't care.
He goes about his business. He tends to his bees, he collects (steals) supplies from around the castle, back straight and eyes hard like he doesn't look like he made himself into a crime scene.
In the kitchen, sitting on the counter eating an apple, he opens the journal in his lap to read. Eventually, when he speaks, his tone is flat and bored.]
It isn't actually required that everyone come up with a sermon. As a reminder.
((Open over the journal or in person, if you like!))
He didn't even try to wash it away. The outburst on the journals, with the way the stain faded against his skin -- it was clearly something not meant to be washed away. Streaks of red across his forehead, his eyes, his nose, his ear. Like he'd fallen from a great height and smashed his head against the ground.
He spent hours in front of the mirror, staring at himself. He can see the castle's little joke. "Blood" a shade too bright, close enough to be mistaken, but to a discerning eye.... To his eyes, perfectly trained, it looks like betrayal plain on his face.
He hasn't eaten, he hasn't slept.
On the second day, he doesn't care.
He goes about his business. He tends to his bees, he collects (steals) supplies from around the castle, back straight and eyes hard like he doesn't look like he made himself into a crime scene.
In the kitchen, sitting on the counter eating an apple, he opens the journal in his lap to read. Eventually, when he speaks, his tone is flat and bored.]
It isn't actually required that everyone come up with a sermon. As a reminder.
((Open over the journal or in person, if you like!))
no subject
The Karsite people might have a rigid religion, but their battle tactics are just fine.
[ He shrugged. ]
no subject
Evidently not.