it's friday! and as of friday, rondo is standing by the pyre, his hands laced together, his eyes closed. even with his eyes closed, his expression is clearly, clearly upset, his brows pinched together in what can only be frustration, his mouth a tight line. when he opens them, though, his gaze stays focused on the bright blue flame. it's not so eerie, not really. not for him, at the very least.
across his chest, the inky tattoos of the week have multiplied - the shadows and ink coalescing in more than one spot, spattering a perfectly white cloak. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. ]
Edited (EDITS BC HELLO THE FIRE IS BLUE I DIDNT READ THAT BEFORE ) 2024-06-15 02:17 (UTC)
[ who could have seen this coming!! anyway mm, really don't like all that text on this guy. ohhh that feels bad. baby boy. meanwhile her text hasn't changed since last time he saw her, it's still just a plain YOUR FAULT across her left arm.
ashlyn comes over and just. stands next to him quietly at first. ]
[ sweet ashlyn. quiet company is fine, actually - he notices when he has company, and after a long moment, he exhales outwards, eyes focused on the flame ahead for one last, lingering moment before he turns. his usual exuberance and sunshine is not present, but he still has a little smile for her, soft and a little relieved. ]
[ that's even worse, somehow - they all were, then. ]
... I stayed in the cabin last night, and... Aventurine was with us. We - Karlach tried to break the door down, and couldn't, and... no matter how much any of us tried, we couldn't seem to get out. I don't even remember falling asleep.
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flameguard) wrote2024-06-08 02:06 pm
week 0, friday
it's friday! and as of friday, rondo is standing by the pyre, his hands laced together, his eyes closed. even with his eyes closed, his expression is clearly, clearly upset, his brows pinched together in what can only be frustration, his mouth a tight line. when he opens them, though, his gaze stays focused on the bright blue flame. it's not so eerie, not really. not for him, at the very least.
across his chest, the inky tattoos of the week have multiplied - the shadows and ink coalescing in more than one spot, spattering a perfectly white cloak. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. not being strong enough to protect the people you care for. ]
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ashlyn comes over and just. stands next to him quietly at first. ]
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... Miss Ashlyn, you aren't injured, are you...?
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[ this is good. this is nice. routine. ]
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[ he's not injured, at least. everything else, though. everything else is bad forever. ]
I am glad we're all at least able to move around as we were before, but... that's putting it pretty lightly. What happened?
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[ a little nod. but then. a deep sigh. ]
... I don't know. I was locked in the theater with Erin and didn't hear anything the whole time we were awake.
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[ that's even worse, somehow - they all were, then. ]
... I stayed in the cabin last night, and... Aventurine was with us. We - Karlach tried to break the door down, and couldn't, and... no matter how much any of us tried, we couldn't seem to get out. I don't even remember falling asleep.