raavashing: (Sad: But all the choirs in my head sang-)
Wan | 萬 ([personal profile] raavashing) wrote in [community profile] eachdraidh2015-05-14 01:33 pm
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Voice | Unseelie Lockets | All H. Compasses

[Late in the evening of the 14th day of May, Wan's voice comes over the networks very briefly. It is haggard, quiet, almost dead sounding. It sat at the edge of being numb to everything.]

I'm sorry.
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raavashing: (Neutral: Put your hands into the fire)

[personal profile] raavashing 2015-05-15 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
[His voice went back to the near-empty tone, the temporary spark of anger no longer a focus.]

I can get there. When?
desperate_times: (head tilt)

[personal profile] desperate_times 2015-05-15 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Whenever you want. Now. Tomorrow. A week from today.
raavashing: (neutral: To get a dream of life again)

[personal profile] raavashing 2015-05-16 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
A couple weeks. I need some time to myself.

Thank you.
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[personal profile] desperate_times 2015-05-17 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Alright. See you then.
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