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hadriel_logs2018-07-12 10:45 am
vocarrah) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-07-12 10:45 am
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I live today once there, I live to cry about it
Who: Ianchus and YOU!
What: Catchall for July; Ianchus dealing with the aftermath of his death followed by the Home Sweet Home event
Where: East Island; primarily the Orchard, his home, and the hot springs.
When: Backdated from the 3rd of July through present
Warnings: Discussion of death/gore will probably come up since (a) he just died and (b) considering his history. Includes family and child death. Also probably alcohol!
Ianchus is sure he's had lower points, but somehow they're hard to recall. Was it when he'd realized the man he loved didn't love him back? No, he'd played Pollyanna just fine. Was it, then, in that dingy alleyway with the knife and the hands on him like a vise? Ah, no, the severance of that particular part of him had also severed the last string holding him to a lifetime of political slavery and guilt. No, no, the flesh was surprisingly resilient.
This...It was like he'd lost his family all over again.
He'd thought the demoness killing him had been the catalyst to wake from a long dream. He'd seen Carrah again, Carrah of the Cepheos reign. He'd seen Dini, Kay, even Sehale had been there, had thumped him on the chest too hard in the way that hurt, in the way that was her own mean-spirited joke for him.
And Gennar had been there too, with his muscles and his shoulders and his scent, and when Ianchus had woken up (for the second time!) he'd realized that he'd made all the mistakes he'd made before.
And even Hadriel was no escape--not when he'd found out that Yusuke, of all people, had seen his desecrated corpse, and had been torn apart by that vision. Ah, that look in his eyes had hurt him deeper than Caedra digging inside him with her cursed claws. Physical pain was physical pain; the sensation of hurting the ones he cared for...ah.
And so, Ianchus has settled into a bog that he's surprisingly comfortable with. People on the East Island can likely see him skulking around between the orchards, the hot springs, his own apartment, and sometimes on the coast. He'll smile at you if you approach, but anyone who's seen him at the Bacchanalia will notice a marked change in his attitude.
Perhaps you saw him being carried by Yusuke and Michael to the temple after his unfortunate run-in and want to check to make sure all his innards are still intact. Perhaps you want his help on yet another project, after hearing how he tends to throw himself down in front of anyone in need of some decently strong arms. Perhaps you don't care about that and want to know when the next party is!
Either way, there's no telling what kind of mood you'll see him in. Maybe you'll catch him at a point where he'll spill his guts to you--figuratively, of course.
What: Catchall for July; Ianchus dealing with the aftermath of his death followed by the Home Sweet Home event
Where: East Island; primarily the Orchard, his home, and the hot springs.
When: Backdated from the 3rd of July through present
Warnings: Discussion of death/gore will probably come up since (a) he just died and (b) considering his history. Includes family and child death. Also probably alcohol!
Ianchus is sure he's had lower points, but somehow they're hard to recall. Was it when he'd realized the man he loved didn't love him back? No, he'd played Pollyanna just fine. Was it, then, in that dingy alleyway with the knife and the hands on him like a vise? Ah, no, the severance of that particular part of him had also severed the last string holding him to a lifetime of political slavery and guilt. No, no, the flesh was surprisingly resilient.
This...It was like he'd lost his family all over again.
He'd thought the demoness killing him had been the catalyst to wake from a long dream. He'd seen Carrah again, Carrah of the Cepheos reign. He'd seen Dini, Kay, even Sehale had been there, had thumped him on the chest too hard in the way that hurt, in the way that was her own mean-spirited joke for him.
And Gennar had been there too, with his muscles and his shoulders and his scent, and when Ianchus had woken up (for the second time!) he'd realized that he'd made all the mistakes he'd made before.
And even Hadriel was no escape--not when he'd found out that Yusuke, of all people, had seen his desecrated corpse, and had been torn apart by that vision. Ah, that look in his eyes had hurt him deeper than Caedra digging inside him with her cursed claws. Physical pain was physical pain; the sensation of hurting the ones he cared for...ah.
And so, Ianchus has settled into a bog that he's surprisingly comfortable with. People on the East Island can likely see him skulking around between the orchards, the hot springs, his own apartment, and sometimes on the coast. He'll smile at you if you approach, but anyone who's seen him at the Bacchanalia will notice a marked change in his attitude.
Perhaps you saw him being carried by Yusuke and Michael to the temple after his unfortunate run-in and want to check to make sure all his innards are still intact. Perhaps you want his help on yet another project, after hearing how he tends to throw himself down in front of anyone in need of some decently strong arms. Perhaps you don't care about that and want to know when the next party is!
Either way, there's no telling what kind of mood you'll see him in. Maybe you'll catch him at a point where he'll spill his guts to you--figuratively, of course.
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"It's not the most forgiving shore, but it's beautiful in its own way, I think." It's hard to imagine that there's ever an ocean he'd find ugly, though.
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"I'd never seen the ocean before," she says, her attention straying out over the rolling waves. The weather might not be pretty, but that wide expanse of water isn't an unappealing view.
"I grew up in a marsh, so there was water, but... it's not the same."