it's friday! and as of friday, rondo is standing by the (blue) 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. he takes a deep breath, and then sighs, scrubbing his hand over his face as he finishes whatever he was doing. it lets him take a moment to actually, proper look at the flame.
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.
this is fine. ]
Edited (edits because THE FUCKING FIRE TURNED BLUE HELLO MY LORE ) 2024-06-15 02:16 (UTC)
ah... company. rondo is at least aware of his surroundings - its that knightly instinct - and when he realizes someone's coming, he finally pulls his gaze away from the pyre and over. he manages a smile - it's softer than usual, lacking all of his exuberance, but it is no less kind. ]
Todomatsu... it heartens me to see you unharmed. [ :( ] What a terrible turn of events.
I would not have fallen asleep so easily, either - once the doors locked, I was on high alert.
[ he was so ready to protect the entire overcrowded house from... god knows what. ] So... I know the ones who assisted us said that the cult would have rather had us all asleep until the time of their... ritual. Was that what it was? And if so... we - woke? At least, as a whole...
week 0, friday
anyway. wow a murdergame... with a murder....
it's friday! and as of friday, rondo is standing by the (blue) 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. he takes a deep breath, and then sighs, scrubbing his hand over his face as he finishes whatever he was doing. it lets him take a moment to actually, proper look at the flame.
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.
this is fine. ]
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...Rondo-san?
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ah... company. rondo is at least aware of his surroundings - its that knightly instinct - and when he realizes someone's coming, he finally pulls his gaze away from the pyre and over. he manages a smile - it's softer than usual, lacking all of his exuberance, but it is no less kind. ]
Todomatsu... it heartens me to see you unharmed. [ :( ] What a terrible turn of events.
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Yeah, no kidding. I don't understand what happened at all... I mean, the fog and the doors and everything? I don't even remember going to sleep.
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[ which!!! bad!!! ]
I would not have fallen asleep so easily, either - once the doors locked, I was on high alert.
[ he was so ready to protect the entire overcrowded house from... god knows what. ] So... I know the ones who assisted us said that the cult would have rather had us all asleep until the time of their... ritual. Was that what it was? And if so... we - woke? At least, as a whole...