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faderift2019-01-10 10:49 pm
faderifting) wrote in faderift2019-01-10 10:49 pm
Entry tags:
- ! mod plot,
- ! open,
- alexandrie d'asgard,
- bastien,
- benedict quintus artemaeus,
- byerly rutyer,
- cosima niehaus,
- darras rivain,
- gwenaëlle baudin,
- isaac,
- john silver,
- julius,
- kostos averesch,
- loki,
- teren von skraedder,
- wysteria de foncé,
- yseult,
- { anders },
- { cade harimann },
- { clarke griffin },
- { finel },
- { fingon },
- { hanzo shimada },
- { helena },
- { herian amsel },
- { ilias fabria },
- { inessa serra },
- { leander },
- { myrobalan shivana },
- { nari dahlasanor },
- { sidony veranas },
- { silas caron },
- { six },
- { solas },
- { sorrelean ashara },
- { thor }
OPEN: Kirkwail
WHO: Anyone
WHAT: Ghosts
WHEN: Wintermarch 20
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: OOC post. More content warnings than you can shake a stick at, probably, including allusions to slavery and violence in the body of the log post. Please use appropriate warnings in the subject lines for your own threads.
WHAT: Ghosts
WHEN: Wintermarch 20
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: OOC post. More content warnings than you can shake a stick at, probably, including allusions to slavery and violence in the body of the log post. Please use appropriate warnings in the subject lines for your own threads.
The storm sweeps in like an assassin: unexpected, in the dark, and throwing sharp pricks of sleet at exposed eyes and noses with expert aim and enough force to almost draw blood if the angle is right. Half an hour after the clouds crest the cliffs is all it takes for the city to retract indoors and huddle around fireplaces, settling in for a long night that will, unforeseen, turn into a long two days.
The Gallows, too, is pelted with ice; the walls of the cliffs and the fortress protect much of it from the worst of the wind, but when it can find a path over or through the walls, it slams through windows or doors to scatter papers and snuff out fires.
In the dark, in the rain, hurrying between towers or already accustomed to jumping firelight casting strange shadows and the wind howling like a wounded animal, people might be forgiven if they don't notice at first. But there's a hanging in the courtyard, a dozen translucent wisps of bodies dangling from the idea of nooses, and there's a girl's voice in the basement of the templar tower screaming for her mother, and there's a ghostly man in the library holding the blade of a knife to his palm and whispering this is it, this is it—or maybe there isn't, actually, when you lift your head to pay closer attention.
But as the night wears on they multiply, and they brighten, and even if you haven't noticed them, they begin to notice you.
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"See? Kick him in the shins. Go on."
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All things considered, that's half the stress of them, at least when they're not trying to murder him.
He presses his back against the nearest wall and lets his head thunk backward, pressing a hand over his forehead and heaving a sigh through his nose. "I don't know how you're so fine with it," he says, somewhat recovered.
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"You can go mad from all of it, or you can just deal with it. I've rather too much to do to go mad, so that only leaves one option for me." She offers a sharp shrug, and thrusts out her arm again to wave away the mist that threatens to re-form into his mentor or father or whoever that previous ghost had been. "You're free to turn into a gibbering lunatic if you like, I suppose."
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No sooner have the words exited his mouth that the ghost with the sword reappears and thrusts it in, eliciting a startled gasp from Benedict.
fucking Every Time
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"Are you going to jump every single time?"
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"..probably."