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kore_logs2013-07-07 04:05 pm
violenthearted) wrote in kore_logs2013-07-07 04:05 pm
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the veins of you, the veins of me like great forest trees
Who: That guy who has his fingers in your brain and his BFF Magnetface
What: Five seconds without hideous peril?
Where: House 8
When: Day 89, eventides
Notes: Just this.
Aside from its obvious emptiness, Erik had latched onto this house because it was small enough to keep them alone, or so he'd hoped. Between Charles' habit of bringing home strays (and it wasn't lost on Erik that that was exactly how he'd been ...acquired) and the strange revolving nature of the population of the Cape, however, they seemed to be full up on occupants lately.
As dusk falls on this particular evening, however, they appear to be blessedly alone, and although the muzzy light makes him feel his usual tiredness more than usual, he's loathe to actually consider retiring for the night. No more shared dreams, thank you ever so much. A few too many of them, even the ones that weren't his own, had been far too familiar for his liking.
He opts for more coffee instead, and returns to the living room and his book with it steaming in one hand. This may look like relaxation, especially when Erik sprawls on most of the couch, taking up space with a deliberateness that suggests he practices as much, but of course Charles will know better. Erik doesn't even settle down when he's unconscious, and he certainly has yet to accept what appears to be a permanent residence here.
Still. No one is running or screaming, that's a nice change.
What: Five seconds without hideous peril?
Where: House 8
When: Day 89, eventides
Notes: Just this.
Aside from its obvious emptiness, Erik had latched onto this house because it was small enough to keep them alone, or so he'd hoped. Between Charles' habit of bringing home strays (and it wasn't lost on Erik that that was exactly how he'd been ...acquired) and the strange revolving nature of the population of the Cape, however, they seemed to be full up on occupants lately.
As dusk falls on this particular evening, however, they appear to be blessedly alone, and although the muzzy light makes him feel his usual tiredness more than usual, he's loathe to actually consider retiring for the night. No more shared dreams, thank you ever so much. A few too many of them, even the ones that weren't his own, had been far too familiar for his liking.
He opts for more coffee instead, and returns to the living room and his book with it steaming in one hand. This may look like relaxation, especially when Erik sprawls on most of the couch, taking up space with a deliberateness that suggests he practices as much, but of course Charles will know better. Erik doesn't even settle down when he's unconscious, and he certainly has yet to accept what appears to be a permanent residence here.
Still. No one is running or screaming, that's a nice change.