Dec. 22nd, 2014

digophelia: (I'll bury these wounds with you)
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I need a broom.

[ Some crunching can be heard. It's late, there's not going to be much of an explanation here, other than Alice's hands look very bad, in bruises and cuts. She continues on like it's nothing. She looks up to the imp and frowns. ]

Or a dustpan. I know this is a pain without a lantern, I'm sorry. Use a handkerchief so you don't cut yourself, alright?

[ Sometimes she feels bad for this imp. Alice goes up to cleaning broken shards of glass, ever so carefully, using a basket as means to pick up pieces. With a huff, more to herself- ]

This is the last time I ever-

[ She stops, of course, to notice the locket is open and shoots a look up to the imp. ]

Don't even think about it. I'm not in the mood for this, it was an accident.

[ With a mutter, Alice's hand goes over it and the locket is promptly clamped shut. Should anyone ask, she'll shift it to voice after getting the rest of the mirror cleaned up. ]

video, OTA

Dec. 22nd, 2014 09:04 pm
theywhowait: (and they stood upon the high battlements)
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[ He has not been very visible, really. The lockets stir unpleasant memories of the Palantir and his father's final madness if he thinks on them too hard, and he has yet to grow accustomed to their use. But.

Faramir looks calm, but there is grief and loss in his eyes ]


For those who knew her, the Lady Eowyn is gone. She left little, but what remains I have accounted to myself. She is, I hope, safely home once again.

[ he tips his head in a bow and turns the locket off ]