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i_speak_softly) wrote2012-07-07 02:15 pm
i_speak_softly) wrote2012-07-07 02:15 pm
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Sixtieth Theory [Action]
[Luceti is a cruel and perverted world. That's the only possible explanation for why Don revives from his death-by-drowning at the bottom of the lake. He thrashes for the surface with none of his usual graceful movement, and crawls ashore, panting and trying to figure out what happened.
He knows he died.
He remembers there is a price for being restored to the living world.
He lies in the rain, wondering if it will ever end.
When he has enough breath back to sit up, he does so, and carefully checks himself over for what the Malnosso took. Limbs, senses, memories… all seem in order. He stands and walks, and his legs work. He speaks a few words, and his voice is still there.
It doesn't seem possible that the Malnosso brought him back for free, and he's scared for what hidden deficit might reveal itself later.
He has his mask, belt, and pads. All his other gear is absent, hopefully still at home where he left it.
He starts walking.
He knows it will take some time to travel from the western lake to the village, but he knows the way and he's not in a hurry. It will be good to get his thoughts together before he sees his housemates.]
((Don's death penalty is a language disorder called aphasia. Reference post is here, and linked from the index post at the top of his journal. Meet him anywhere on his way back to House 55.
Plotting note: In the near future, Don will want to go to the clinic to find out what's wrong with him. If your character works there, and especially if they would recognize aphasia, please hit me up via PM.))
He knows he died.
He remembers there is a price for being restored to the living world.
He lies in the rain, wondering if it will ever end.
When he has enough breath back to sit up, he does so, and carefully checks himself over for what the Malnosso took. Limbs, senses, memories… all seem in order. He stands and walks, and his legs work. He speaks a few words, and his voice is still there.
It doesn't seem possible that the Malnosso brought him back for free, and he's scared for what hidden deficit might reveal itself later.
He has his mask, belt, and pads. All his other gear is absent, hopefully still at home where he left it.
He starts walking.
He knows it will take some time to travel from the western lake to the village, but he knows the way and he's not in a hurry. It will be good to get his thoughts together before he sees his housemates.]
((Don's death penalty is a language disorder called aphasia. Reference post is here, and linked from the index post at the top of his journal. Meet him anywhere on his way back to House 55.
Plotting note: In the near future, Don will want to go to the clinic to find out what's wrong with him. If your character works there, and especially if they would recognize aphasia, please hit me up via PM.))
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[While almost without thinking about it, he makes the "come here" hand sign he taught Carbon.]
[With only a brief hesitation, she walks between his legs and up his plastron.]
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... Yes? Is... th-there something the matter?
[Meanwhile, the calico has begun to explore one of her scaly housemates. After brief surprise, and a subdued "Tall?", Carbon begins sniffing at Don before she butts her head insistently against his free hand. Comfort her after leaving her alone, tall one!]
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... Well... if you think of anything you n-needed or wanted... [Robert smiles again, down at Don. All of his smiles have a sort of wan edge.]
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Yes, he's missing the point.But Robert has missed this. Even knowing that something in Don is fundamentally altered right now, he still missed the companionship of his lover in the weeks he was gone. The empty void left behind by his death has at least been partially filled once more.
Tracing slowly over the pebbled skin, Robert strokes the contours of the man he knows so well and relearns them with his hands.]
... I love you, Don. No matter... no matter wh-what happens.
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[Sandwiched comfortably between his two endotherms, Don dozes off.]