Claudio's journal, left open and tearstained on the floor near where Claudio has cried himself to sleep on the couch.

I've ruined everything I had, and I'm terrified of what I have left.

... there's no one left to save me.

*fallen asleep on the couch, his diary lying open where it fell from his hand, fingers just grazing the loose pages--ink splatters across the page in little black snowflake sprays, the spilled inkpot lying on the carpet nearby, bleeding out a black nightmare on the ivory carpet, staining the white fringe of the quill pen that lies forgotten in the ( Read more... )

( Claudio's diary, left open on a windowseat where he was writing in it. for typist amusement, and any characters who come across it. we all know how careless Claudio is with his private possessions. )

A folded note left on crisp ivory paper. Next to it, a sweet bouquet of wildflowers tied with blue ribbon.

( For Hero. )

( Claudio's private diary. For typist amusion, and any character who cares to find it and is cruel and unscrupulous enough to read it. Claudio has never been very good at keeping track of his personal effects, even the ones that he really shouldn't leave lying about. )