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tampered2007-08-13 01:25 pm
fooolery.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2007-08-13 01:25 pm
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WHEN; August the 13th, early afternoon.
RATING; PG, probably?
CHARACTERS; Ashura {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tyranically}, Fai {fooolery}, and possibly Kurogane {a_crimson_ninja}.
SUMMARY; Fai’s king has arrived, and he goes to meet him.
LOG;
Even a day after the incident it still hurt, a dull ache that tugged gently at his muscles, wearing them thin and tight. It was a chore just to type on the talky box, but some things needed to be said, and the fact that he owed his living existence right now to Vash, one of his dearest friends, he would need to figure out some way to repay him. Really, he owed his life to quite a lot of people, which was all the more reason to die.
At that, Fai shifted his glazed blue eye down to stare listlessly at the bandages that were wrapped around both of his wrists, crusted over from the excessive amount of blood after he’d tried, several times, to end his life. But with his vampirism, there was no way to damage his skin without it healing quickly after, so that was why he had attempted and still lived, though with quite a bit of scars and bruises to show for his cowardice. Though this wasn’t the time, he was being summoned.
Standing, a bit wobbly, the mage made his way out of the Cathedral with a dazed expression almost as if he were halfway through an unpleasant dream, and he couldn’t tell if anyone followed him even if he wanted to. All that filled his senses was that faint drum, the thrum of his king’s magical aura that drew him forward along the streets of the city, and he heard nothing else.
"Coming, coming...Ashura-ou."
RATING; PG, probably?
CHARACTERS; Ashura {
tyranically}, Fai {fooolery}, and possibly Kurogane {a_crimson_ninja}.SUMMARY; Fai’s king has arrived, and he goes to meet him.
LOG;
Even a day after the incident it still hurt, a dull ache that tugged gently at his muscles, wearing them thin and tight. It was a chore just to type on the talky box, but some things needed to be said, and the fact that he owed his living existence right now to Vash, one of his dearest friends, he would need to figure out some way to repay him. Really, he owed his life to quite a lot of people, which was all the more reason to die.
At that, Fai shifted his glazed blue eye down to stare listlessly at the bandages that were wrapped around both of his wrists, crusted over from the excessive amount of blood after he’d tried, several times, to end his life. But with his vampirism, there was no way to damage his skin without it healing quickly after, so that was why he had attempted and still lived, though with quite a bit of scars and bruises to show for his cowardice. Though this wasn’t the time, he was being summoned.
Standing, a bit wobbly, the mage made his way out of the Cathedral with a dazed expression almost as if he were halfway through an unpleasant dream, and he couldn’t tell if anyone followed him even if he wanted to. All that filled his senses was that faint drum, the thrum of his king’s magical aura that drew him forward along the streets of the city, and he heard nothing else.
"Coming, coming...Ashura-ou."