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concoursec2011-10-18 09:43 pm
freewolfmoon.livejournal.com) wrote in concoursec2011-10-18 09:43 pm
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though the fear keeps me moving
Character(s): Fenris (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
freewolfmoon) and Elika (waylights)
Location: Near the front gate of Balamb Garden.
Rating: Maybe PG for possible discussion of disturbing things, no more than PG-13.
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Fenris doesn't so much have issues as an entire subscription. Elika interrupts one of the more basic ones.
Waking up early with familiar pain pulsing beneath his skin is a common enough occurrence that, back home, Fenris had entire routines planned out for dealing with it. Pace this room so many times, then switch direction, then move to that room. Clean the huge greatsword he wielded until he'd visualized it cutting down so many enemies, transferring the lingering agony from his body to theirs. At no point would he have needed to curl up in quiet suffering on a single bed in a room shared with two other men, neither of whom he wants seeing him vulnerable.
He misses his stolen mansion. It was nice while he had it.
Eventually, when the strange glowing digits of the clock read 5:47, he tires of playing games in his head with the permutations they can flip through, or rather, it just isn't enough to dull the pain anymore. He gets up in perfect silence, pulls the rest of his armor on (casual wear is not for him; neither are shoes), picks up his sword, and walks out of the room to pace the halls noiselessly, a predator maddened by burning poison.
At least, that's the image he has of himself. In truth, as he leans on a railing at the top of some stairs near the gate leading out of Garden, he just looks like a man who's tired and hurting. It's harder to keep his guard up after four hours of sleep.
freewolfmoon) and Elika (waylights)Location: Near the front gate of Balamb Garden.
Rating: Maybe PG for possible discussion of disturbing things, no more than PG-13.
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Fenris doesn't so much have issues as an entire subscription. Elika interrupts one of the more basic ones.
Waking up early with familiar pain pulsing beneath his skin is a common enough occurrence that, back home, Fenris had entire routines planned out for dealing with it. Pace this room so many times, then switch direction, then move to that room. Clean the huge greatsword he wielded until he'd visualized it cutting down so many enemies, transferring the lingering agony from his body to theirs. At no point would he have needed to curl up in quiet suffering on a single bed in a room shared with two other men, neither of whom he wants seeing him vulnerable.
He misses his stolen mansion. It was nice while he had it.
Eventually, when the strange glowing digits of the clock read 5:47, he tires of playing games in his head with the permutations they can flip through, or rather, it just isn't enough to dull the pain anymore. He gets up in perfect silence, pulls the rest of his armor on (casual wear is not for him; neither are shoes), picks up his sword, and walks out of the room to pace the halls noiselessly, a predator maddened by burning poison.
At least, that's the image he has of himself. In truth, as he leans on a railing at the top of some stairs near the gate leading out of Garden, he just looks like a man who's tired and hurting. It's harder to keep his guard up after four hours of sleep.