video. locked to unseelie.

[vrykolakas]

An act of kindness?

[The Brucolac has clearly just received bad news. He looks positively poisonous, wide streaks of silver whorling over his skin. His jaw is stiff with it, even his hair frosted over with strange metal. His right eye burns gold still.]

I am sick to shit of this half-cocked magic. [He shudders—would gesture, but he doesn't want to show off how badly his left arm is faring under the encroaching silver. It hurts to raise it to shoulderheight; above is impossible.] An act of kindness is no godsdamn cure, to be bottled and applied at will!

What is an act of kindness? Is it kind to tax a people, that a city may grow? Is it kind to lie in order to protect the honest? Is it kind to enforce a system of law and punishment?

By the gods, [he drops back, shaking his head, looking weary,] there is no hope for us.

Before anyone tells me to just do something nice, [pitching his voice mockingly higher] I've given my scribe a longer lunch break. [It is midnight.]

And apart from a marked decrease in efficency, fuck all has happened.

Comments

[vrykolakas]

The first is foolish whimsy and the second just good practice.

...You must have had an unusual week.

[withbite]

Nothing wrong with a little whimsy, Snakey. You have to relax somehow.

You could say that. I don't seem to have gotten it as badly as you, so I'll count my meager blessings.

[vrykolakas]

Yes, yes. I'll take a lavender bath and smell of plants, I hear that's delightfully calming.

[Deadpan as fuck. He nearly raises his frozen-solid hand to whip back his hair but doesn't want to display it; just shakes back his curls instead with a faint tut.]

[withbite]

Aww, did someone get up on the wrong side of the coffin this morning? For the record, there's nothing wrong with indulging.

I happen to love a good bubble bath.