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favoritetraitor) wrote2010-09-02 08:49 pm
favoritetraitor) wrote2010-09-02 08:49 pm
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100th Devotion: Losing one's head...
[Accidental Video]
[The video feed cuts in abruptly as Solomon's network device strikes a smoothly polished floor, and lands to display the interior of a long filigreed hall receding into the background. With a moments hesitation, the doctor steps into view, clothing swathed in a deep red as blood drips from his fingertips to the ground.
But the Chevalier doesn't pay it any mind.
Instead, all of his focus is solely on an ornate stone frame hung upon the wall. He stops, not saying a word. But with eyes fixed at the portrait displayed within, his shoulders sink as if the world itself pressed down on them.]
[The video feed cuts in abruptly as Solomon's network device strikes a smoothly polished floor, and lands to display the interior of a long filigreed hall receding into the background. With a moments hesitation, the doctor steps into view, clothing swathed in a deep red as blood drips from his fingertips to the ground.
But the Chevalier doesn't pay it any mind.
Instead, all of his focus is solely on an ornate stone frame hung upon the wall. He stops, not saying a word. But with eyes fixed at the portrait displayed within, his shoulders sink as if the world itself pressed down on them.]
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[He'd have to come back when there was time to do so in private. But for now, he'd take the offer of comfort.]
... shall we go?
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[She smiled and pulled him gently towards the door.]
We could hunt...play.
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No. Not tonight. I'm afraid I'm not in the mood to play.
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[She wasn't sure what to offer but if that helped then maybe...]
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[What that would entail, he'd leave up to her. With how he felt at the moment, it was a struggle to do anything.]
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[Leaning her head against his arm, she closed her eyes as she moved to guide him away from the hall. She wanted him home.]