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discedo_logs2008-10-21 08:11 pm
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Words I Cannot Verbalize [ICOMPLETE]
Who: Fai D. Flourite [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
big_kitty] and Kurogane [mages_game]
Where: Horton; Room 303
When: Around 2am, October 20th (Immediately following this log.)
Rating: PG-13 for language and the aftermath of bloody torture.
Summary: Fai's will has been broken by Seishirou's torture, and now he has to face Kurogane about the situation.
the log:
It had been a long walk from the warehouses to the apartment building. Normally, it wouldn't have been so bad, but Fai could barely stand. His body shook the entire way back, trembling in shock. His once gloved hand covered the bleeding wound in his chest. Slowly and quietly, he made his way up the stairs. He took a pause that felt like hours in front of Room 303. Kurogane would be on the couch. Perhaps a sleep, but it was unlikely. When the mage had left, the sun was still in the sky, and now, it was long past the time people had normally gone to bed.
The wizard was careful in opening the door. He knew that he couldn't avoid Kurogane, and frankly, he really didn't want to. Sakura, on the other hand... he didn't want her to know even the slightest bit of what had occurred. She'd only just arrived, and it wasn't right to drag her into the miss. His feet stepped lightly into the dark apartment. His body still shook. The back of his head was covered in dry blood, clumped in his hair. His coat, also splattered with blood, hung from the same elbow that was covering the wound. Both front and back were covered in the puncture wound caused by Seishirou's skewer. It hurt. It was still bleeding. The mage's face was pale, distraught, and much more. His jaw was all kinds of swollen, the bruises already taking a hideous purple color. The tip of his nose held a small cut, with minimal bleeding, and his entire paled face was splattered with blood. From his lip, dried, smeared blood could be seen.
Fai made his attempt to stand, but as soon as his feet had crossed the doorway, he fell to his knees, his bloody hands grasping at the hardwood floor. He took in a deep gasp for air as he tried to fight back the tears he felt stinging at the back of his eyes.
The mage had been broken.
big_kitty] and Kurogane [mages_game]Where: Horton; Room 303
When: Around 2am, October 20th (Immediately following this log.)
Rating: PG-13 for language and the aftermath of bloody torture.
Summary: Fai's will has been broken by Seishirou's torture, and now he has to face Kurogane about the situation.
the log:
It had been a long walk from the warehouses to the apartment building. Normally, it wouldn't have been so bad, but Fai could barely stand. His body shook the entire way back, trembling in shock. His once gloved hand covered the bleeding wound in his chest. Slowly and quietly, he made his way up the stairs. He took a pause that felt like hours in front of Room 303. Kurogane would be on the couch. Perhaps a sleep, but it was unlikely. When the mage had left, the sun was still in the sky, and now, it was long past the time people had normally gone to bed.
The wizard was careful in opening the door. He knew that he couldn't avoid Kurogane, and frankly, he really didn't want to. Sakura, on the other hand... he didn't want her to know even the slightest bit of what had occurred. She'd only just arrived, and it wasn't right to drag her into the miss. His feet stepped lightly into the dark apartment. His body still shook. The back of his head was covered in dry blood, clumped in his hair. His coat, also splattered with blood, hung from the same elbow that was covering the wound. Both front and back were covered in the puncture wound caused by Seishirou's skewer. It hurt. It was still bleeding. The mage's face was pale, distraught, and much more. His jaw was all kinds of swollen, the bruises already taking a hideous purple color. The tip of his nose held a small cut, with minimal bleeding, and his entire paled face was splattered with blood. From his lip, dried, smeared blood could be seen.
Fai made his attempt to stand, but as soon as his feet had crossed the doorway, he fell to his knees, his bloody hands grasping at the hardwood floor. He took in a deep gasp for air as he tried to fight back the tears he felt stinging at the back of his eyes.
The mage had been broken.