14 Nov 1997

[twolions]

Bill stands in the barn, doing his best to stay still in the last hour before moonrise, though his restlessness is apparent in the constant shifting of his weight and the stretching of his shoulders and back. One hand rises as if to rub over his scarred face, but then he forces it back down to his side

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[hexed_gideon]

Two at this end who're listening / watching raptly. :D

[twolions]

:P It won't be pretty, but yay character torture!

[hexed_gideon]

Indeed: yay! :D Gideon is, naturally, rather reticent about the whole thing.

[corviform]

No, Weasley, you are a canny bastard. *brushes his hands together as if to dust them off and turns to face Bill* You may distance yourself from the experience as much as you like, but there is no separate entity at work here, no matter how much you might like to think so.

*moves past him towards the other side of the barn, shutting the door to his room on the way; is intensely private about it, thought it feels quite luxurious to him now* *has set up a few instruments on the workbench along the wall near the cage, mostly cobbled together from what they could get, and speaks over his shoulder while adjusting them*

*businesslike, and perhaps a little distracted* Remove your belt and anything sharp from your pockets. Are your nails short?

[twolions]

*mouth shifts at this, jaw tightening* That animal isn't me. I have to believe that for them. *gestures in the direction of the house*

*sighs and turns stiffly to follow him* *gestures at the soft flannel pajama pants he's wearing* Learned that earlier on. And yes. *holds his hands up for him* Trimmed and filed down this morning. I like to limit the damage I do to myself.

[corviform]

*eyebrows rise a fraction, more in a sort of facial shrug than surprise* As you like. I've often found, though, that lycanthropes who integrate their times spent transformed are more successful at mastering themselves. *pauses; doesn't want to have a go at him, so makes an effort and adds with a brief half-smile* Just a thought.

*with a hint of quiet teasing* Very good.
Let's go over again how these things usually go, hm? *wants to keep him talking and distracted from the restlessness he's obviously feeling, and folds his arms, but won't patronise him by trying to offer much reassurance*

[twolions]

*frowns at this idea rather dramatically* I'm not a full lycanthrope and I'd rather not integrate shit- I am not a fucking killer, Rookwood.

*huff of quiet laughter at the teasing*
*nods curtly, his voice forced and darker, sharper than usual* I get in the cage. You lock it up with a few charms. The moon rises and I try to get out of that by force or threats and try to eat you. It's terribly routine.