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paradisalogs2012-11-28 09:31 pm
nothingtobelieve) wrote in paradisalogs2012-11-28 09:31 pm
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To be endlessly cold within...
Who: Vicious and Gren
What: Post-virus fall out.
When: Evening
Where: Gren's apartment in town.
Rating: R, for mentions of drug use and possible bad language.
Things had not been going well for Vicious in the wake of virus that had swept through the castle. Fights had left him injured--and for a time, totally unmindful of said injuries--and more than a little drained. Worse than that, however, was the conflicted emotions that came with it all. He hated the idea of being manipulated or controlled, but at the same time, the virus had given him a sense of purpose, something he had not had since coming to this place.
He didn't like it, and he didn't want to sort through it. Thankfully, the castle was as willing as ever to offer him his preferred distraction, all packaged up in a little glass vial.
The Red Eye heightened everything, but it killed the distracting thoughts in his head. It freed him from the things he didn't want to think about, and offered up other possibilities.
Which was how he eventually wound up at the door to Gren's apartment in town, banging on the door with his good arm, completely heedless of neighbors, the time of night, his own somewhat disheveled appearance, or whether Gren was even likely to be there at all.
What: Post-virus fall out.
When: Evening
Where: Gren's apartment in town.
Rating: R, for mentions of drug use and possible bad language.
Things had not been going well for Vicious in the wake of virus that had swept through the castle. Fights had left him injured--and for a time, totally unmindful of said injuries--and more than a little drained. Worse than that, however, was the conflicted emotions that came with it all. He hated the idea of being manipulated or controlled, but at the same time, the virus had given him a sense of purpose, something he had not had since coming to this place.
He didn't like it, and he didn't want to sort through it. Thankfully, the castle was as willing as ever to offer him his preferred distraction, all packaged up in a little glass vial.
The Red Eye heightened everything, but it killed the distracting thoughts in his head. It freed him from the things he didn't want to think about, and offered up other possibilities.
Which was how he eventually wound up at the door to Gren's apartment in town, banging on the door with his good arm, completely heedless of neighbors, the time of night, his own somewhat disheveled appearance, or whether Gren was even likely to be there at all.
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"How generous of you."
The drugs were starting to wear off, but he really had no desire to slip back into the realm of reality quite yet. Of course, there was still enough Red Eye left in the vial in his pocket to keep him from having to face that for a long while, yet.
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A little more carefully than he was at the beginning, he applied the gauze and tape to the wounds. He wondered, if it would always be this way, no matter where their relationship ended. Him standing by to put Vicious back together. Or if that bothered him at all. He couldn't answer that for sure.
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