thirty-three stitches
One year...
[his personal calendar had rolled over several days ago, and ever since then... well, he can't remember sleeping. His mind won't rest. Roiling over the same things over and over again, the repetitive thoughts scraping raw grooves in his mind] ...One year.
[he's speaking past the journal, not to it. Maybe addressing the wall, or whatever's beyond his window, sounding edgy. Disjointed.]
--And so little to show for it. No progress, surely. [a scoff] Only scars, and a place to hang my coat.
[there's odd silence for a few minutes, while he works his hand in and out of a fist, feeling the tightness of the long-healed burn damage. When he speaks again, it is to the journal, and the people listening beyond it]
...It is akin to rotting, you know-- being given time beyond your death. It doesn't change your fate; it only keeps you from it, while you slowly fall apart.
[and then, before he finishes his thought out loud, his voice lowers to a soft snarl] ...Disgusting.
[he can't stand it any longer. Pushing himself to his feet, he goes a-walking...]
((ooc: so, Eris has the perfect timing, and hit him with crazy on his paradisaversary. Sooo... Legato is a little more batty than usual! Hit him up over the journal, or run into him in the mansion/town/castle if you really want to, while he goes wandering doing... whatever the hell it is that he's up to))
[his personal calendar had rolled over several days ago, and ever since then... well, he can't remember sleeping. His mind won't rest. Roiling over the same things over and over again, the repetitive thoughts scraping raw grooves in his mind] ...One year.
[he's speaking past the journal, not to it. Maybe addressing the wall, or whatever's beyond his window, sounding edgy. Disjointed.]
--And so little to show for it. No progress, surely. [a scoff] Only scars, and a place to hang my coat.
[there's odd silence for a few minutes, while he works his hand in and out of a fist, feeling the tightness of the long-healed burn damage. When he speaks again, it is to the journal, and the people listening beyond it]
...It is akin to rotting, you know-- being given time beyond your death. It doesn't change your fate; it only keeps you from it, while you slowly fall apart.
[and then, before he finishes his thought out loud, his voice lowers to a soft snarl] ...Disgusting.
[he can't stand it any longer. Pushing himself to his feet, he goes a-walking...]
((ooc: so, Eris has the perfect timing, and hit him with crazy on his paradisaversary. Sooo... Legato is a little more batty than usual! Hit him up over the journal, or run into him in the mansion/town/castle if you really want to, while he goes wandering doing... whatever the hell it is that he's up to))