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vatheon2012-02-23 02:15 pm
replicatedcourage) wrote in vatheon2012-02-23 02:15 pm
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while you were sleeping
Who: Sola and Psiioniic
Where: Signless and Psiioniic's hive
When: Backdated to the day after this. (22nd I guess?) Mid-afternoon.
Style: Action or prose, idc
Status: Closed
It had barely been any time since Izaya and Laharl had woken from their comas when Sola found out that Signless had succumbed to one of his own. He felt as if he had failed somehow, not realizing when Signless had fallen asleep on him in the plaza while waiting for Karkat that there was something more afoot, not that he could have known, but Sola had come to regard Signless as family, as a father, and being unable to do much was weighing on him. It seemed his whole life was stagnant. Waiting, watching, wishing there was something to be done but knowing it was someone else's job and not his place. At least now, after Ion and Signless had calmed him down in the aftereffects of the curse and let him know that he was loved, Sola had the drive again to search for a purpose, but it's a shaky, uncertain thing.
But he has to do something. Signless is his friend, his mentor, someone so important.
He knocks on the door, having gotten the address from the residency listing and found with very little surprise that Psiioniic lived there too. It's a pleasant thought; Psiioniic is calm, patient, and knows a great deal. With a pang, Sola half wishes he had asked to move in with them instead, but he is still generally happy living with Izaya, Ion, and Laharl, even if he and the demon prince tend to butt heads on occasion.
Sola knocks again, wondering if Psiioniic's not home to let him in. Maybe he should have called first...
"Psiioniic?"
Where: Signless and Psiioniic's hive
When: Backdated to the day after this. (22nd I guess?) Mid-afternoon.
Style: Action or prose, idc
Status: Closed
It had barely been any time since Izaya and Laharl had woken from their comas when Sola found out that Signless had succumbed to one of his own. He felt as if he had failed somehow, not realizing when Signless had fallen asleep on him in the plaza while waiting for Karkat that there was something more afoot, not that he could have known, but Sola had come to regard Signless as family, as a father, and being unable to do much was weighing on him. It seemed his whole life was stagnant. Waiting, watching, wishing there was something to be done but knowing it was someone else's job and not his place. At least now, after Ion and Signless had calmed him down in the aftereffects of the curse and let him know that he was loved, Sola had the drive again to search for a purpose, but it's a shaky, uncertain thing.
But he has to do something. Signless is his friend, his mentor, someone so important.
He knocks on the door, having gotten the address from the residency listing and found with very little surprise that Psiioniic lived there too. It's a pleasant thought; Psiioniic is calm, patient, and knows a great deal. With a pang, Sola half wishes he had asked to move in with them instead, but he is still generally happy living with Izaya, Ion, and Laharl, even if he and the demon prince tend to butt heads on occasion.
Sola knocks again, wondering if Psiioniic's not home to let him in. Maybe he should have called first...
"Psiioniic?"