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Who: Iago and the Sexbys
Where: A corridor not his own, we'll say 5.
When: After this log.
Warnings: A beat down!
Iago thought he had gotten away with it. She was dead! He knew she was dead. And, though she would come back, he was hoping the disorientation of coming back would make the details of her last moments a little...fuzzy. He was wrong, of course, but he was happily living in his ignorance. He was cleaned up, his hands in the pockets of his pants, feeling distinctly better about life. Though he was still seeing things, he wasn't so unnerved by them.
"I did what you said," he whispered softly. "Now, go." He didn't consider it weakness to give into their demands. No. His motives were more...primal. He had not really even wanted to shed her blood. No. He wanted her to come to him. He wanted her to willingly put herself in his path. He had been far too good lately and wanted something...to remind himself of who he was. He was Honest Iago. He was the man who led people, willing people who were just too trusting, to their deaths. It gave him a sense of power he had been lacking lately. He did not have to seek her, did not have to go after her. He simply put in his plea and she came. And she was so trusting. She sat there, the candle in front of her, reflecting off her face. She had no idea.
It was perfect.
He had planned it all out. Of course, he hadn't planned that she would live...and reveal him.
Where: A corridor not his own, we'll say 5.
When: After this log.
Warnings: A beat down!
Iago thought he had gotten away with it. She was dead! He knew she was dead. And, though she would come back, he was hoping the disorientation of coming back would make the details of her last moments a little...fuzzy. He was wrong, of course, but he was happily living in his ignorance. He was cleaned up, his hands in the pockets of his pants, feeling distinctly better about life. Though he was still seeing things, he wasn't so unnerved by them.
"I did what you said," he whispered softly. "Now, go." He didn't consider it weakness to give into their demands. No. His motives were more...primal. He had not really even wanted to shed her blood. No. He wanted her to come to him. He wanted her to willingly put herself in his path. He had been far too good lately and wanted something...to remind himself of who he was. He was Honest Iago. He was the man who led people, willing people who were just too trusting, to their deaths. It gave him a sense of power he had been lacking lately. He did not have to seek her, did not have to go after her. He simply put in his plea and she came. And she was so trusting. She sat there, the candle in front of her, reflecting off her face. She had no idea.
It was perfect.
He had planned it all out. Of course, he hadn't planned that she would live...and reveal him.