I will not accept this.

[haradrim]

Expressionlessly, silently, methodically, I finish checking and rebinding Gorlim's wounds. I stroke his hair back from his face, brush a sisterly kiss across his worn brow, and commend him to Arthad's care.

Then I pick up my sword and depart into the city.

Anything that gets in my way, dies.

Comments

((omg I love you so much...))

[gorlim]

*would absolutely adore you if he were conscious*

((*adores*))

[halbarad]

*languishes*

((Aww, somebody's gotta keep an eye on you two... :) ))

[haradrim]

((...and, er, I had nothing to say beyond the subject line...))

((You really should hire an army to help you with that. ;) ))

[halbarad]

((I think my muse got on a plane without me. I have to go chase her down. Excuse me. *snogs and runs*))