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Walter Delques ([personal profile] asea) wrote in [community profile] vatheon2013-07-05 12:55 am

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Who: Walter and anyone
Where: Island
When: 5th, morning
Style: Either
Status: Open

[The change is gradual and starts with faint discomfort when it actually affects him. The onset of something more severe begins much later.

Walter glimpses the network between then: I believe this week some of you might begin feeling a little chilly if you don't have physical contact with someone. He throws the communicator aside after that, and ignores the clatter of the thing against a table as he folds his arms.

He endures through Thursday, but by Friday, his senses have dulled and he doesn't quite see it or his paling complexion.

Something compels him to visit the island that morning. His gait on the way is more languid than that of his usual march, and he moves with a deaf ear to his surroundings, his inattentiveness being cause for the rare bump (or close call) into another denizen of Vatheon. But he cares little for the error and moves on without so much as a glance when it happens. He's strong yet – there's nary a stumble throughout the whole ordeal.

When he reaches shore, Walter sits where the tides reach. Perhaps it is against his better judgment, but his mind is a haze and why should he not sit there in the seawater? It belongs to the sea. He belongs to the sea.

His head rolls to the side in a fit of exhaustion, his ear brushing against the fabric of his attire. He's tired. Odd, considering he has neither fought nor trained recently, and he should be accustomed to a few hours of sleep; but he's tired nonetheless, the feeling reminding him of another time . . . a time he can't recall . . .
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[personal profile] tsundyne 2013-08-02 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
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Who would even want to, knowing this is always how he is?

Yukari finds herself wondering this as she watches his footprints trail away in the sand -- and yet even so, he was right. She was the one who approached him. Maybe it was the cold -- or maybe she was hoping to get another civil conversation out of him, just like that one time. But either way, she's left feeling unsatisfied. Like somehow, he's won.

Which is probably a stupid way to think, so she finds herself rolling her eyes and sighing, once she's sure he's left.]


Ugh.

[She turns back towards the ocean, enjoying the view so much more now in solitude; and even though she'd been about to retreat home where she wouldn't have to deal with anyone else, she decides to stay a bit longer.]