closed.

[exequy]

WHO: Ilias, Isaac, Kostos, Leander
WHAT: Four mages stuck in a library (a bottle episode)
WHEN: Early Solace
WHERE: Outside Starkhaven
NOTES: Probably some violence at some point

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[libratus]

[ For sake of both of their pride, Ilias is grateful for that -- the absence of an opportunity to do or say anything else he'll regret, in this suddenly too-cramped corner of this mildewing, Maker-forsaken library.

He shakes his head and turns, making for the door. If he can just get some damned space to breathe and think for a minute maybe he can stop ruining absolutely everything he touches.

Wishful thinking, as it happens. ]

[sarcophage]

[Wishful thinking, all of it.

Leander lifts the half-cigarillo from the bench, scoots closer to the window, and pinches lightly at the ash until it becomes an ember. Wipes at the water on the sill with his free hand and flicks it to the floor, and again, and leans down long enough to sigh smoke through the crack.

Frustration pinches at him, too: the same old cinders. So much effort wasted on being sociable. Let them all cram themselves in the hallway, then, while he's the one left with the space to simmer in his thoughts. What Ilias fled wasn't meant to become anything more than a kiss—another facet of the familiarity they've already shared—

It's real, then.

Was.

Is.

Some sort of commotion at the door; he sits there, listening, indifferent.]