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vatheon2012-10-30 07:52 pm
redcladidealist) wrote in vatheon2012-10-30 07:52 pm
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21st Combo
Who: Lloyd Irving and Kratos Aurion
Where: Yutopil Apartments, Lloyd's room
When: Tuesday night
Style: Either!
Status: Closed
[Lloyd hadn't been around the last time the fairies had been in Vatheon, so while the little glowing creature was novel, he had no previous experiences to compare its current appearance or behavior to. Its light looked a little wan to him, but maybe that was natural? It was a little disconcerting, having something following him, but he got used to it after a while.
At least until night fell. Watching it fall and melt on the floor would have been alarming in and of itself, but he wasn't given long to dwell on that before the effects of the curse hit hard.
The first night had been miserable. As miserable as it had been, though, the second night is worse. With the fairy's "death," he knows what he's about to see and hear. It's all he can do not to sob as he buries himself under the covers.
It's not real. It's not real.
He tries to keep chanting the words over and over in his head, but above him, a faceless man hovers and smiles, a surgical knife in hand. Smiles and leans over to whisper in Lloyd's ear. A whisper that's almost a purr.
How can you say it's not real? How can you say you're not really a monster when you won't even look at your hands?]
Where: Yutopil Apartments, Lloyd's room
When: Tuesday night
Style: Either!
Status: Closed
[Lloyd hadn't been around the last time the fairies had been in Vatheon, so while the little glowing creature was novel, he had no previous experiences to compare its current appearance or behavior to. Its light looked a little wan to him, but maybe that was natural? It was a little disconcerting, having something following him, but he got used to it after a while.
At least until night fell. Watching it fall and melt on the floor would have been alarming in and of itself, but he wasn't given long to dwell on that before the effects of the curse hit hard.
The first night had been miserable. As miserable as it had been, though, the second night is worse. With the fairy's "death," he knows what he's about to see and hear. It's all he can do not to sob as he buries himself under the covers.
It's not real. It's not real.
He tries to keep chanting the words over and over in his head, but above him, a faceless man hovers and smiles, a surgical knife in hand. Smiles and leans over to whisper in Lloyd's ear. A whisper that's almost a purr.
How can you say it's not real? How can you say you're not really a monster when you won't even look at your hands?]