patheticvillain: (ʭ that you can't shift the tide)
Cassel Sharpe. ([personal profile] patheticvillain) wrote2014-04-21 06:40 pm

thirty-four ➢ voice + spam

Czeslaw's gone. His door and everything is blank.

. . . I don't really think he made many friends while he was here, but. I'm going to light a candle for him, if anybody wants to join me.

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[It's quiet and still in here, which is good; it matches how Cassel is feeling. Quiet and still, like a windless world. He doesn't know what to make of this reaction. He can feel himself grieving, but it's muted, as though muffled by layers and layers of cloth.]

[With aching fingers he carves Czeslaw's name into a white candle, uses his lighter to light it. After a moment of watching the flame, he carves another name - Slevin's - into another candle, and Daneca's into a third, and hopes (doesn't pray) that they wake.]
lastrat: (I'm gonna suspend my senses)

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[personal profile] lastrat 2014-05-09 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
I wouldn't go that far.

[But Daneca in twenty years? Absolutely. He smiles a little, eyeing the candles and suppressing the vaguest urge to light one for Vesper. He's not mourning her, not anymore, and he certainly doesn't need to pray for her. She's home safe.

He stamps down the flare of absurd jealousy that accompanies that thought.

Reaching up to clap Cassel's shoulder again, James exhales, and turns as if to go.]