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asgardeventide2013-08-22 11:24 pm
lethechained) wrote in asgardeventide2013-08-22 11:24 pm
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[.oo4] TEXT | ACTION for the Arena Roof
[The thing about text is that it does not express emotion in quite the same way as a video or voice post would. That is precisely why she's chosen to do this in such a format.]
To those of you who knew Sollux Captor he's no longer in the city.
[It seems like too little, like she should say so much more about his presence than that. There's a lot she COULD say, and yet--]
If you were a friend of his or in any way treated him well I would like to express both my condolences and my gratitude for your kindness.
[Regardless of whether he would do so himself.]
Thank you.
[THOR | ARENA: ROOF | OPEN]
[This is probably a stupid place to mope.]
[She knows it. It's hot, even with the breeze that might be provided. There's a drop a few feet away - not one she's anywhere near nor does she have any intention of being anywhere near - that might hurt if she were to accidentally fall from it. (Fat chance.) She'll probably get a sunburn, even if it is sort of cloudy. It's not as private as it could be; she hadn't want to do this at home (that word still feels strange) out of consideration for her creation.]
[But she can see the city, and that's what matters.]
[When she'd first found out the news, when she'd checked the list early that morning and realized he wasn't on it, she'd shed plenty of tears. (Turned over into her pillow and cried like a baby, and all after her moirail had commented on her apparent lack of tear ducts. The memory had only made her cry harder.) That was done then, and once she'd had a hold of herself, she'd tried to go about what, by necessity, had to be done. But reading his letter, writing the notice for him - she'd thought she had no tears left after that first, involuntary time, but now-- well.]
[She's quiet about it, at least. Her knees are drawn to her chest, her face pressed into them and her arms wrapped around her legs. It's a stark contrast to her usual, unfailing upright posture, but for the time being there's no one around to see it and she's got no particular reason to care when her chest is filled with such an excruciating sensation. She does not sob, at first, but eventually that comes, too, mingling with her tears and the sounds in her throat that she is even now careful to suppress.]
To those of you who knew Sollux Captor he's no longer in the city.
[It seems like too little, like she should say so much more about his presence than that. There's a lot she COULD say, and yet--]
If you were a friend of his or in any way treated him well I would like to express both my condolences and my gratitude for your kindness.
[Regardless of whether he would do so himself.]
Thank you.
[THOR | ARENA: ROOF | OPEN]
[This is probably a stupid place to mope.]
[She knows it. It's hot, even with the breeze that might be provided. There's a drop a few feet away - not one she's anywhere near nor does she have any intention of being anywhere near - that might hurt if she were to accidentally fall from it. (Fat chance.) She'll probably get a sunburn, even if it is sort of cloudy. It's not as private as it could be; she hadn't want to do this at home (that word still feels strange) out of consideration for her creation.]
[But she can see the city, and that's what matters.]
[When she'd first found out the news, when she'd checked the list early that morning and realized he wasn't on it, she'd shed plenty of tears. (Turned over into her pillow and cried like a baby, and all after her moirail had commented on her apparent lack of tear ducts. The memory had only made her cry harder.) That was done then, and once she'd had a hold of herself, she'd tried to go about what, by necessity, had to be done. But reading his letter, writing the notice for him - she'd thought she had no tears left after that first, involuntary time, but now-- well.]
[She's quiet about it, at least. Her knees are drawn to her chest, her face pressed into them and her arms wrapped around her legs. It's a stark contrast to her usual, unfailing upright posture, but for the time being there's no one around to see it and she's got no particular reason to care when her chest is filled with such an excruciating sensation. She does not sob, at first, but eventually that comes, too, mingling with her tears and the sounds in her throat that she is even now careful to suppress.]
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