114th Devotion: Denial

[favoritetraitor]

[The Network device snaps on to show Solomon standing out on the balcony of his penthouse apartment. In front of him stands a marble tombstone, ornate with etchings of roses and twining ivy surrounding an inscription. The inscription reads:

Solomon Goldsmith

Here lies the body of dear Solomon,
Favored in bed, but merely a pawn.
Betrayed his kin with fevered desire.
Rejected by both, he then did expire.

The doctor's brow is furrowed, and he has a slight frown on his face.]

Rejected? ..................
 

 

[ooc: will tag after work! >.>']

Comments

[deathofdelilah.livejournal.com]

...why do you have a grave, Solomon?

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

I can't say that I know...

[deathofdelilah.livejournal.com]

How very strange.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

It is rather... unsettling, yes.

I believe... that I won't be coming to the Lab today, if it's all the same to you.

[deathofdelilah.livejournal.com]

It's fine by me. I suppose it only makes sense to be unsettled by this curse.