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vatheon2012-11-02 01:05 pm
radiantwingedone) wrote in vatheon2012-11-02 01:05 pm
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18 - Rye
Who: Zelda and Duke
Where: The forest
Status: Closed
When: Friday evening
[ Duke had bolted the moment he'd seen who had crawled out of the remains of the faerie; not liking the combination of the way the thing had died and the sludge and the arrival.
To be completely honest, he really didn't want to face his friend either, even if he had walked out of the plaza dripping with saltwater, rather than appear as torn as he was - all the wounds he had taken and fallen to transferred to his Krityan form in appropriate locations - from a pile of sludge. Because he didn't want to hear what he had to say, rather afraid of what he might.
Of course, with this curse, with any of the curses he'd experienced, something as mundane as running wouldn't do anything to aid him. That much was clear when he stopped, out of breath, in the forest quadrant, straightened and stared right into the eyes of the friend he'd been trying to outrun. He hadn't been there when Duke had stopped.
And he'd stayed stopped, wide eyed and paler than his usual, as Elucifur told him all the things he thought he might hear from his friend's mouth, all the things he thought about himself while his mood was at its blackest, all of his fears about friends falling into danger and why, making it so obvious with that cheerful voice of his exactly why it was.
Which is why Duke is still in the forest this late in the week, SFC dropped somewhere away from him. He's grimy and dirty, curled up in a slight hollow between tree-roots, and by the leaves on him, he hasn't moved from right there in some time. It doesn't really look like he intends to move anywhere. Even as the light begins the change, he's just shivering a little and closing his eyes in the vain hope that tonight will be different.
Its probably even too small and possibly to insane to really call it a hope. The curses last full weeks, and it hasn't been that yet. ]
Where: The forest
Status: Closed
When: Friday evening
[ Duke had bolted the moment he'd seen who had crawled out of the remains of the faerie; not liking the combination of the way the thing had died and the sludge and the arrival.
To be completely honest, he really didn't want to face his friend either, even if he had walked out of the plaza dripping with saltwater, rather than appear as torn as he was - all the wounds he had taken and fallen to transferred to his Krityan form in appropriate locations - from a pile of sludge. Because he didn't want to hear what he had to say, rather afraid of what he might.
Of course, with this curse, with any of the curses he'd experienced, something as mundane as running wouldn't do anything to aid him. That much was clear when he stopped, out of breath, in the forest quadrant, straightened and stared right into the eyes of the friend he'd been trying to outrun. He hadn't been there when Duke had stopped.
And he'd stayed stopped, wide eyed and paler than his usual, as Elucifur told him all the things he thought he might hear from his friend's mouth, all the things he thought about himself while his mood was at its blackest, all of his fears about friends falling into danger and why, making it so obvious with that cheerful voice of his exactly why it was.
Which is why Duke is still in the forest this late in the week, SFC dropped somewhere away from him. He's grimy and dirty, curled up in a slight hollow between tree-roots, and by the leaves on him, he hasn't moved from right there in some time. It doesn't really look like he intends to move anywhere. Even as the light begins the change, he's just shivering a little and closing his eyes in the vain hope that tonight will be different.
Its probably even too small and possibly to insane to really call it a hope. The curses last full weeks, and it hasn't been that yet. ]
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Being this quiet is completely normal. Honestly.
It takes him a moment to actually get enough interest to act on that eating, but he'll slowly do so. ]
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I hope it's alright. It's just chicken broth with some noodles, really. I'm afraid I'm not all that creative in the kitchen, but it shouldn't make you feel ill at any rate. If it does, try a few crackers with it. I believe the toast should be sufficient, but I could be wrong.
[An awfully long stream of words for "enjoy your meal".]
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Does continuing to eat it make it clear that he thinks his stomach feels fine? ]