New Setting|Malagard, Khelek
Apr 27, 2010 3:43:12 GMT -5
Post by Darastrix on Apr 27, 2010 3:43:12 GMT -5
Schuldig was bored.
Usually, that alone was enough to prod him into doing something, but his friends were still away and he was suffering from the kind of boredom that left one so listless, even the idea of trying to come up with something sounded boring. He sighed and flopped onto his back, staring up at the ceiling above his and Filly's bed.
The ceiling was boring, too, he decided, and shut his eyes to withdraw into his mind.
The scenery of his mindscape was ever-changing as always, if a bit slow. Schuldig figured he'd end up falling asleep soon, and started to make a circuit of the room, watching the scene shift with idle interest.
Like drinking wine without tasting it, he thought.
Wine.
He saw a wine glass appear and tip over, and with it, a flash of the memory of Delilah's murder. Anyone who entered his mind to this place would need to touch it to share the actual memory, but it was his. All he had to do was think. And so it went, from glass to glasses--Brad, you really need to let her go.--from glasses to a heart sculpted of ice with a jagged crack down the center--Right. Easier said than done--, and from the heart to a white marble statue.
Efil.
Schuldig turned away and wrapped his arms around himself. It had been months since Efil cut ties with Filly...and him. He had Filly. How long was it going to hurt?
He looked back and saw a tarnished-looking gold Storm sign set into a red Fire sign.
Fiest
The visiting Lustful was in a world of hurt from what he'd gleaned--had been for a while--but he'd been missing his family on top of things. He had the people he needed nearby, so maybe that meant he'd get better sooner? Most of them weren't there now, but--
Schuldig clamped down on that line of thought as the soft sound of muffled crying, too high-pitched to be his own, echoed in the room. This was getting ridiculous. He wasn't a damn child. He was a killer (semi-retired), a spy, a healer (sort of), and priest.
And now the mighty kilsphealpriest--Hey, my mind, my world, my word--needed....
A nearby bauble shifted into a mass of rainbow-hued vines and slithered to him. It rose from the floor, vines splitting into fine hair and eyes hidden among the strands opening to stare at him. Schuldig's lips quirked into a smirk and turned his back to the thing, sighing as it coiled around him in an embrace. The feeling became more solid, more familiar, and he looked over his shoulder to see that his mind had chosen to go with a more humanlike rendition of his source of comfort, as he'd seen him outside of Flux a few years before.
He stayed like that for a few moments, letting his mind play tricks on him, so to speak. It was safer than praying to the real thing. You didn't ask for things like that when you weren't sure you'd even be listened to. When he stepped away, he didn't look back, and just continued wandering in his mind while his mind wandered.
I should see Filly, he decided, watching a pair of wings fold and grow ever smaller until it was a hard, clear thing smaller than his fingernail. His brow furrowed and he reached out to pick it up. Oh. He'd almost forgotten it. Well, he could surprise her, too.
Schuldig came back to himself slowly and sat up, stretching and blinking against the light. As he got up and went to rummage in a drawer, he tapped Filly.
~What are you up to?~ he asked. ~I've got a patient who could use a little pampering. You might know him--kind of tall, blue eyes, red hair, devilish good looks?~
Usually, that alone was enough to prod him into doing something, but his friends were still away and he was suffering from the kind of boredom that left one so listless, even the idea of trying to come up with something sounded boring. He sighed and flopped onto his back, staring up at the ceiling above his and Filly's bed.
The ceiling was boring, too, he decided, and shut his eyes to withdraw into his mind.
The scenery of his mindscape was ever-changing as always, if a bit slow. Schuldig figured he'd end up falling asleep soon, and started to make a circuit of the room, watching the scene shift with idle interest.
Like drinking wine without tasting it, he thought.
Wine.
He saw a wine glass appear and tip over, and with it, a flash of the memory of Delilah's murder. Anyone who entered his mind to this place would need to touch it to share the actual memory, but it was his. All he had to do was think. And so it went, from glass to glasses--Brad, you really need to let her go.--from glasses to a heart sculpted of ice with a jagged crack down the center--Right. Easier said than done--, and from the heart to a white marble statue.
Efil.
Schuldig turned away and wrapped his arms around himself. It had been months since Efil cut ties with Filly...and him. He had Filly. How long was it going to hurt?
He looked back and saw a tarnished-looking gold Storm sign set into a red Fire sign.
Fiest
The visiting Lustful was in a world of hurt from what he'd gleaned--had been for a while--but he'd been missing his family on top of things. He had the people he needed nearby, so maybe that meant he'd get better sooner? Most of them weren't there now, but--
Schuldig clamped down on that line of thought as the soft sound of muffled crying, too high-pitched to be his own, echoed in the room. This was getting ridiculous. He wasn't a damn child. He was a killer (semi-retired), a spy, a healer (sort of), and priest.
And now the mighty kilsphealpriest--Hey, my mind, my world, my word--needed....
A nearby bauble shifted into a mass of rainbow-hued vines and slithered to him. It rose from the floor, vines splitting into fine hair and eyes hidden among the strands opening to stare at him. Schuldig's lips quirked into a smirk and turned his back to the thing, sighing as it coiled around him in an embrace. The feeling became more solid, more familiar, and he looked over his shoulder to see that his mind had chosen to go with a more humanlike rendition of his source of comfort, as he'd seen him outside of Flux a few years before.
He stayed like that for a few moments, letting his mind play tricks on him, so to speak. It was safer than praying to the real thing. You didn't ask for things like that when you weren't sure you'd even be listened to. When he stepped away, he didn't look back, and just continued wandering in his mind while his mind wandered.
I should see Filly, he decided, watching a pair of wings fold and grow ever smaller until it was a hard, clear thing smaller than his fingernail. His brow furrowed and he reached out to pick it up. Oh. He'd almost forgotten it. Well, he could surprise her, too.
Schuldig came back to himself slowly and sat up, stretching and blinking against the light. As he got up and went to rummage in a drawer, he tapped Filly.
~What are you up to?~ he asked. ~I've got a patient who could use a little pampering. You might know him--kind of tall, blue eyes, red hair, devilish good looks?~