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lostrealm2012-08-25 10:08 am
whomheloved) wrote in lostrealm2012-08-25 10:08 am
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Characters: Edd (itsaprototype), Martin Septim (septim), Signless (ironbound) and Disciple (whomheloved)[CLOSED]
Date: A short time after this thread.
Format: Prose
Content Warnings: Possible mentions of Signless' torture? Will edit otherwise as necessary
Summary: Signless (and Di) at long last moving into Signless' allocated room and meeting his roommates.
Convincing Signless to wait for her to return to him before attempting the trip to his new hive had taken a while - and yet Disciple knew that it had been much easier than if he'd been feeling himself. It pained her every time she looked at him and saw how badly his ordeal had scarred him, mentally and emotionally as well as physically. As deep as the burn scars on his wrists were, the pain he'd been through ran a lot deeper.
His wrists were bandaged but thankfully healing extremely well considering what he's been through. His dreams have been wrought with memories of torture and the deaths of thousands and his waking hours were burdened under the weight of guilt and the belief that the fault lay solely on his shoulders. Certain sounds made him jump and grow defensive, yet Signless fought to keep his calm and a smile on his face, small and weary but a smile none the less.
And so Di had been making herself smile for him too, her hands gentle as she supported him during the walk to his new hive, trying to get him to lean on her as much as he needed to - and knowing he'd always take on more of the burden than he should. But with a few stops to rest they finally made it there, and her arm around his waist tightened just the slightest bit as she knocked on the door, hoping that at least one of his roommates would be in.
itsaprototype), Martin Septim (septim), Signless (ironbound) and Disciple (whomheloved)[CLOSED]Date: A short time after this thread.
Format: Prose
Content Warnings: Possible mentions of Signless' torture? Will edit otherwise as necessary
Summary: Signless (and Di) at long last moving into Signless' allocated room and meeting his roommates.
Convincing Signless to wait for her to return to him before attempting the trip to his new hive had taken a while - and yet Disciple knew that it had been much easier than if he'd been feeling himself. It pained her every time she looked at him and saw how badly his ordeal had scarred him, mentally and emotionally as well as physically. As deep as the burn scars on his wrists were, the pain he'd been through ran a lot deeper.
His wrists were bandaged but thankfully healing extremely well considering what he's been through. His dreams have been wrought with memories of torture and the deaths of thousands and his waking hours were burdened under the weight of guilt and the belief that the fault lay solely on his shoulders. Certain sounds made him jump and grow defensive, yet Signless fought to keep his calm and a smile on his face, small and weary but a smile none the less.
And so Di had been making herself smile for him too, her hands gentle as she supported him during the walk to his new hive, trying to get him to lean on her as much as he needed to - and knowing he'd always take on more of the burden than he should. But with a few stops to rest they finally made it there, and her arm around his waist tightened just the slightest bit as she knocked on the door, hoping that at least one of his roommates would be in.
omg i thought i replied to this days ago
he offers his companions a pointy toothed smile, hesitating a moment before taking his hood down. instinct was still telling him to keep hidden the red color of his eyes, but these people have been nothing but kind=-
This is my Disciple. -=he mentions to Edd and gives the woman's hand a gentle squeeze=- I would have mentioned that she would be joining me, but I didn't know that myself until I was about to leave.
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You can call me Di if you like. [Her voice is soft and gentle and she holds on to Signless' hand even when she takes a seat on the ground next to his chair, leaning against him.] I'm sorry to show up uninvited, but I couldn't let Signless wander around on his own when he's still healing. There are people here who...aren't fond of him, I'm afraid. [Who'd threatened to kill him, actually, but she doesn't want to panic the young boy.]