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exsiliumlogs2012-11-04 07:25 pm
deadelfwalking) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-11-04 07:25 pm
so show me family; all the blood that i will bleed
Date & Time: 11/1; evening
Location: Bariyan's apt
Characters: Koltira Deathweaver (deadelfwalking); Bariyan e Kodhi (stonefaith); Martin Darkov (theguideless)
Summary: Koltira visits. Ensures that Martin gets a decent meal. Possibly dons an apron.
Warnings: Dead men being domestic
[Despite everything, Koltira can't help but feel some apprehension as he approaches Bariyan's apartment. It's difficult to tell where he stands with the other man on any given day, though his feelings have hardly changed since his first week in the city. Bariyan is his friend, and Koltira's choices with respect to him have always been in service of that. He also owes an impossible debt to Martin, now, for showing him who he truly was, and could be. They are both important to him. But what is he, other than an interloper?
Still, he wants to see them. So, holding a bottle of vodka in one hand, he stops in front of Bariyan's door and knocks. As he waits, he traces the new, slowly fading scars on his face, left by the tears he had shed on the battlefield.]
Location: Bariyan's apt
Characters: Koltira Deathweaver (
deadelfwalking); Bariyan e Kodhi (stonefaith); Martin Darkov (theguideless)Summary: Koltira visits. Ensures that Martin gets a decent meal. Possibly dons an apron.
Warnings: Dead men being domestic
[Despite everything, Koltira can't help but feel some apprehension as he approaches Bariyan's apartment. It's difficult to tell where he stands with the other man on any given day, though his feelings have hardly changed since his first week in the city. Bariyan is his friend, and Koltira's choices with respect to him have always been in service of that. He also owes an impossible debt to Martin, now, for showing him who he truly was, and could be. They are both important to him. But what is he, other than an interloper?
Still, he wants to see them. So, holding a bottle of vodka in one hand, he stops in front of Bariyan's door and knocks. As he waits, he traces the new, slowly fading scars on his face, left by the tears he had shed on the battlefield.]
no subject
Perhaps, child. [this, of course, being code for 'no'. He glances at Bariyan and nods stiffly in return. Again, everything is taken wrongly; badly. He is an interloper here, and he has intruded long enough. The task he set himself has been accomplished; he need not impose upon these two any longer. What little words they exchanged had been stilted, halting. It translates to discomfort and reticence to Koltira's mind, and he's hardly surprised by it. He's rarely experienced otherwise, after all.
Gently, Koltira pulls away from Martin. He opens the door and steps back out into the hallway. Truth be told, Koltira has no particular agenda, and nowhere really to go. He just knows he shouldn't be here.
And so he leaves.]