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eachdraidh2015-06-19 08:21 pm
vrykolakas) wrote in eachdraidh2015-06-19 08:21 pm
Entry tags:
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- clarke griffin: the 100,
- damon salvatore: the vampire diaries,
- james flint: black sails,
- jason todd: dc comics,
- kieren walker: in the flesh,
- nerdanel: tolkien,
- prince edgar: king's quest,
- saralegui: kkm,
- simon monroe: in the flesh,
- the brucolac: the scar,
- the fledgling: vampire: the masquerade,
- zuko: avatar
video. locked to unseelie.
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.
[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.
audio
[does this sound like a joke
it is not
Paloma's worried about the abomination that is his hair.]
audio
But you're familiar with how some people talk to plants, books, vehicles...?
[Deadpan.]
audio
Glad you have a hobby.
2/2 whoops
-> private.
[...he flicks the compass to private, and says,]
I don't think it can kill me. But it's...quick-moving.
-> private.
It must know you're liable to rid yourself of it sooner than later. Making up for the time it's going to lose.
[As efforts go in keeping their hearts light, this stands to improve.]
... I don't have room in my cellar for a statue of you.
no subject
I'll have a finger or two smelted into something for you. A bracelet, or else a comb. When you're able to wear such things again.
[Dad, stop nagging.]
no subject
Get to smelting, or else get to curing.
[Smaller-voiced:] Can't ask a statue for the advice I don't want to hear.
no subject
hovers over him anyway
Alright.