skeletonenigma: (skulblue)
Skulduggery Pleasant ([personal profile] skeletonenigma) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_logs2014-08-11 12:23 pm

but you didn't have to cut me off

Characters: Skulduggery Pleasant [personal profile] skeletonenigma and Solomon Wreath [personal profile] peacefullywreathed
Date: After this network thread, around the beginning of the second week of August
Location: The common room of their suite, HUO-WEI in the Fire District
Situation: This animosity has got to stop. People are going to get hurt. Also, Skulduggery has a theory.
Warnings/Rating: Spoilers for the sixth book onwards, references to death and pre-canon torture, and a side helping of unintended emotional manipulation. Shouldn't be any present-day violence, though.


The rest of the day passed by agonisingly slowly. Time wasn't meant to pass slowly in the middle of a war. Even during the few brief rests Skulduggery enjoyed during the war with Mevolent, there was always something going on, something to pay attention to or something to plan. Here, the time passed slowly, and it passed quietly. It was enough to drive him mad.

He was the first one in the common room - not that that was a surprise - and he was early. Being early was a surprise. Skulduggery wasn't used to being early, but it was difficult not to be when the meeting place was the living room of one's own dwelling. There wasn't anything to read, and there wasn't anything to listen to, so he resorted to a very light meditation to pass the time. He refused to admit, even to himself, that a second and more important reason for the meditation might have been to calm himself down.
peacefullywreathed: (don't taint this ground)

[personal profile] peacefullywreathed 2014-08-19 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
"I do know you, you idiot," Solomon called after him. "And until you see fit to trust your own bloody friends with your guilt, I'm the only one who does."

But the skeleton didn't look back, and Solomon heaved himself out of the chair, muttering skeleton-related obscenities in a dozen different languages as he made his slow way back upstairs.