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kore_logs2013-03-26 09:33 pm
violenthearted) wrote in kore_logs2013-03-26 09:33 pm
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my chance to say something seemed so brief, but it wasn't
Who: Erik Lehnsherr and Raven Darkholme
What: Playing catchup.
When: Day 54, Evening
Where: House Eight, where Erik doesn't understand "human body temperature"
Warnings: Currently none, with an eye to updating for perhaps language, since this is ...me writing narrative and all.
Having spent the vast majority of his recent years in constant motion and surrounded by noise of various types, Erik finds the Cape's deceptive quietness unsettling. The interior of the house is worse in its way, if only because his imagination continues to torture him with the idea that once it must have held a family, been full of life and sound.
Ergo, since River so kindly reintroduced coffee into his life, he's taken to drinking it on the porch the way a person might in the summer; it's still too cold for this, really, but he's bundled in a thick cableknit sweater found in one of the closets, and his internal temperature is often higher than a normal person's (a human's, he'd say, sneeringly) might be. He would be an interesting sight for anyone passing by regardless, sprawled like a cat half asleep on the porch steps, long legs crooked in front of him and hands wrapped loosely around a robin's egg blue mug--if he were just having coffee, that is.
In point of fact that's mostly where his ends lie, the sweet, sweet devouring of caffeine, since that is largely what he uses to take up for the fact that he neither eats nor sleeps like a healthy person.
But then again. This is also an ambush. Just try to get out the front door without encountering him, Raven. Go on, it will be fun!
What: Playing catchup.
When: Day 54, Evening
Where: House Eight, where Erik doesn't understand "human body temperature"
Warnings: Currently none, with an eye to updating for perhaps language, since this is ...me writing narrative and all.
Having spent the vast majority of his recent years in constant motion and surrounded by noise of various types, Erik finds the Cape's deceptive quietness unsettling. The interior of the house is worse in its way, if only because his imagination continues to torture him with the idea that once it must have held a family, been full of life and sound.
Ergo, since River so kindly reintroduced coffee into his life, he's taken to drinking it on the porch the way a person might in the summer; it's still too cold for this, really, but he's bundled in a thick cableknit sweater found in one of the closets, and his internal temperature is often higher than a normal person's (a human's, he'd say, sneeringly) might be. He would be an interesting sight for anyone passing by regardless, sprawled like a cat half asleep on the porch steps, long legs crooked in front of him and hands wrapped loosely around a robin's egg blue mug--if he were just having coffee, that is.
In point of fact that's mostly where his ends lie, the sweet, sweet devouring of caffeine, since that is largely what he uses to take up for the fact that he neither eats nor sleeps like a healthy person.
But then again. This is also an ambush. Just try to get out the front door without encountering him, Raven. Go on, it will be fun!