[Pre-Part 2&3 but Post-Part 1] Now that you can do it, let's make a chain now
[Joyd is walking down the halls very slowly after days of being in his room, crippled not only by the pain of his scars but by the Bookman now broken in his head.
He hadn't realized how dependant he was on the other's sanity to remain saner himself. How things seemed much more tilted and his inhibitions much smaller, how he tended to be more base. More Pleasure than the personality that had become the focus of the Memory.
That annoying Finder's warbling as he watered the flowers? Normally Joyd would have ignored it as best he could, playing his own music after throwing water on the fellow. His hands still dripped with his blood having attacked the Finder within moments of finding the song (or perhaps his voice) irritating.
Joyd hummed one solid note, head tilted to the side as he closed his eye and tried once more to find Lavi in his head as he walked.]
He hadn't realized how dependant he was on the other's sanity to remain saner himself. How things seemed much more tilted and his inhibitions much smaller, how he tended to be more base. More Pleasure than the personality that had become the focus of the Memory.
That annoying Finder's warbling as he watered the flowers? Normally Joyd would have ignored it as best he could, playing his own music after throwing water on the fellow. His hands still dripped with his blood having attacked the Finder within moments of finding the song (or perhaps his voice) irritating.
Joyd hummed one solid note, head tilted to the side as he closed his eye and tried once more to find Lavi in his head as he walked.]