Nov 25, 2020
“You damn idiot. I thought I lost you for a second there.” ft. @sharlayanwanderer
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“You damn idiot. I thought I lost you for a second there.” ft. @sharlayanwanderer
“Thank you, for all of this - the maps and the words. I won’t ask of any more than what you have shown, and as my word I won’t ask of you to look back on this ever again.” "I still do not like this idea. If you cannot find the spot on the ice, if there is little suspicion to be found please just--leave it be, alright?" Ft. @sharlayanwanderer
11. Ultracrepidarian
// Not Janijaire, for once! This features another OC, Leossix.
All of the words went in one ear and almost literally out the other. Almost, because he didn’t simply ignore the words--but he did… forget. He didn’t mean to. Yet everything of value that seemed so important at the time was quickly lost to the fog that seemed to take up so very much of his memory mere bells after he heard it.
He knew Alvault was wrong. That his vision of the world is warped far beyond understanding. That the noble is sick in a way that can’t be cured by medicine alone.
He tries to talk about it, alone in the chamber he’s been given in this place. Lotus? The name doesn’t matter. An inn settled in a land an ocean away from everything he’s ever known. His sister is only one door down, safe, but it’s a small comfort as he tries to sift through all the things he suddenly has awareness of.
“Just, magical shit,” he groans, curling on his side as much as those still-healing shots will allow while he knocks his knuckles against his forehead. “I know the shapes. I could draw them out.”
This is a rehearsal. The things he remembers have all come at once, he couldn’t replicate anything if there was a gun to his head--and there very well may be. It’s what he’d done, threatened, so perhaps it’s as much as he deserves. But he’s always been an exceptional liar. He can fake his way through this as well as anything else, and he has to--if they were done with him, they wouldn’t be keeping him here. It’s certainly not out of kindness.
“I know what they mean,” he repeats, quiet, practicing. Lying. “I can help make sense of it. I can help.”
He can’t, really, but he can pretend.
A Sealed Letter
The letter is sealed with purple wax and addressed to the Lady Advocate herself, so at least if anyone lets their curiosity take hold they will have to be very clever to hide their snooping about. He has no true seal to his name, so he simply presses with his thumb. The print is clear, if nothing else.
He leaves the it upon the front desk of the clinic because while he knows of all the things he should do, he is--unsure, even now, bells later. It had taken far too much effort to get his few scant words down. It’s the messiest letter he’s written by far.
Typically, he’d discard and start over any document he made an error on. Not today. Today, in the late bells, he cares little about his writing and more about how he’d erred. Even now, he hates it--mistake, mistake, mistake--
This is not a mistake. This is something he’s done, expecting nothing to happen. But oh, did things happen. Things he can not take back.
The writing is careful, but a far cry from his usual fluid script.
Lady Advocate,
Jo Books Jokes aside, please do not try to invocate the--thing we spoke of. I did it by mistake. and
I did not think it would wor
‘Twas a mistake.
Please contact me when you're able. I need h I made a mistake.
--Janijaire ( @aethersmoke-and-ash )
OOC
seduceraccuserdestroyer samizayniac Talking to Crow about one of my dream feuds that is CESARO VS BRAY WYATT in an escalating game of mindfucks and mindstalls from one man to another and for the first time, Bray's stymied due to Cesaro's worldly groundedness and complete lack of fear of his theaterics. Bray can't //scare// him for shit, he's seen it all. Up to the point that Bray brings up and threatens the Apollo to his Hades, the Saladin to his Richard and the summer prince to his winter king, Sami Zayn and oh man, all hell would b r e a k loose. Not quite the Empty Man you percieve yourself to be, are you soldier? Think you have nothing more to lose? Because everyone has their weaknesses. Everyone. Even //you//.
Who wants to be the one to find The Convict?
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