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Sagramore is having a very bad week. He hasn't been feeling well, and then there's the case of Helen--given how much he adores her, let alone the importance of her as perhaps his one friend he wasn't sleeping with, he's not feeling very optimistic right now ( Read more... ) -
attn: Caliban
Molly has been put to bed, gently and very quietly, and once that was done Sagramore buckled on his sword, went out and locked the door behind him, and began to search. His face is carefully composed, an almost neutral expression that conveys nothing of the fact that he is out for blood. He's more angry than he can express; if anyone were to get in ( Read more... ) -
return of the prodigal
It's probably been long enough ( Read more... ) -
mental health retreat
Sagramore's horse and Kutya are gone from the stables; his gear is gone, his saddle, and half the clothes from his room, neatly packed away into saddlebags (also missing are a few small bottles of liquor and his sword, but a person wouldn't notice this particularly ( Read more... ) -
attn: Morgause
Morgause has plenty of reason to hate her boyfriend right now, given that when she gets back to her room he will be already in it, sitting in one of her chairs sideways, one leg slung over the left arm. He is contemplating his hands very seriously. -
attn: Mordred
It's Winter Solstice. Some people have long memories ( Read more... ) -
[snapshot--fail]
As Courfeyrac intimated earlier to Phedre, Sagramore isn't doing as well as he could be. It's not because of anything, really, just some sort of neurological fail, but his seizures have been unusually frequent and unusually difficult ( Read more... ) -
open enough--post of moping
Sagramore is having a quiet day. He had a seizure in the morning, and now, by afternoon, he is thoroughly wrapped up in sweaters and scarf, with a cup of hot coffee, sitting on a spare bale of hay in the stables. Kutya's head is on his foot, and she's not even begging for snuggles--it's a low kind of day, quiet is the way to be ( Read more... ) -
(open post)
Sagramore is sleeping on the porch again. The heat has tamed down to only mildly excruciating, but it seems to help to strip down as much as possible and hope for cross-breezes, curled up in one of the chairs that overlooks the front lawn. So that is exactly what he is doing ( Read more... ) -
attn: Courfeyrac
Sagramore is in his room, shirt off dammit, poking at his scars. It has been a long time, almost ten months, and everything is healed, and shiny and itchy. There are no scars from the Lascelles incident. He hasn't been drunk in weeks.
He is maybe a teeny bit bored. And, being Sagramore, this probably will lead to trouble unless he is distracted.