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tushanshu_logs2016-11-12 02:19 am
edgeoftheknife) wrote in tushanshu_logs2016-11-12 02:19 am
I'm not sleeping (November Catch-all)
Characters: Erskine Ravel and anyone?
Date: The month of November, with some slight backdating to the end of October
Location: The Healer's Guild, maybe venturing out into the city?? Who knows!
Situation: Erskine's recovering from his pre-Keeliai ordeal at the Guild. If your character would have any feasible reason to be at the Guild, or to find out he's back, feel free to visit! If you'd like a starter please poke me, or just toss something up yourself. I don't mind :)
Warnings/Rating: Probable mention of torture, lots of mental trauma/anxiety/fogginess. Possible spoilers for the Skulduggery Pleasant series--if you'd rather not be spoiled, please mention that in your tag and I'll do my best!
Awareness comes and goes. There are good days, here and there, more as the days progress. It's all a fog at first. The expectation of pain. The confusion of where he is, when he is, which world this is. Who's still alive? Is he even still alive, anymore?
For now he haunts the Guild, huddling in the room they give him at first, wrapped in a blanket like it's a shield. After a few days he begins to venture out of the room, wandering through the Guild, trying his best to avoid confrontation wherever he can. There are dark circles under his eyes, his pretty face lined with exhaustion and fear. Sleep and Erskine have never been the best of friends, but it's only gotten worse since he's returned to Keeliai.
Keeliai. They've explained it to him, where he is, how he got here... more or less. It rings some bells, but nothing seems very clear. More like the memory of a dream, with faces and names not always connecting. Some are familiar... and some that should be here, aren't.
It will get better. At least, that's what they tell him.
Date: The month of November, with some slight backdating to the end of October
Location: The Healer's Guild, maybe venturing out into the city?? Who knows!
Situation: Erskine's recovering from his pre-Keeliai ordeal at the Guild. If your character would have any feasible reason to be at the Guild, or to find out he's back, feel free to visit! If you'd like a starter please poke me, or just toss something up yourself. I don't mind :)
Warnings/Rating: Probable mention of torture, lots of mental trauma/anxiety/fogginess. Possible spoilers for the Skulduggery Pleasant series--if you'd rather not be spoiled, please mention that in your tag and I'll do my best!
Awareness comes and goes. There are good days, here and there, more as the days progress. It's all a fog at first. The expectation of pain. The confusion of where he is, when he is, which world this is. Who's still alive? Is he even still alive, anymore?
For now he haunts the Guild, huddling in the room they give him at first, wrapped in a blanket like it's a shield. After a few days he begins to venture out of the room, wandering through the Guild, trying his best to avoid confrontation wherever he can. There are dark circles under his eyes, his pretty face lined with exhaustion and fear. Sleep and Erskine have never been the best of friends, but it's only gotten worse since he's returned to Keeliai.
Keeliai. They've explained it to him, where he is, how he got here... more or less. It rings some bells, but nothing seems very clear. More like the memory of a dream, with faces and names not always connecting. Some are familiar... and some that should be here, aren't.
It will get better. At least, that's what they tell him.
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As much as he tries to cover it, the posture and the sound is unmistakeable. Raine sits frozen for a moment or two, wanting to reach out and unsure how to offer it. If he was as he was when she'd known him last it would be easy to hug him; as it is, she doesn't know if Erskine will allow it or flinch away.
In the end, she can't listen to a friend weep and do nothing about it. Gingerly Raine shifts so she is sitting on the bed, and she sets an arm over Erskine's shoulders, tugging him toward her with care. "Erskine," she says, and breaks off because she has no idea what to say, words for once failing her.
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It takes a minute for the tears to slow; he doesn't pull away immediately when they do, but stays leaning to the side, against Raine.
"I don't understand," he says, his voice tiny and hoarse. "I don't understand why I'm here and they're not. Why I keep coming back." He swallows, trying however slightly to put himself back together.
"Is anyone else...? Is it... just me?"
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"It isn't just you," she says after a moment, with a faint hint of distaste. "Although I suppose she hasn't so much come back as never left. Miss Sorrows remains, but she's the only one from your world." Poor compensation, she thinks, for the rest. But she lets Erskine lean against her still, herself relaxing very slightly in turn. "There has only rarely been any discernible reasoning for those who come and stay."
She is so very sorry.