[voice|video|night]
12 February 2012 at 01:24 pm
[ Video flickers on. First blocked by a fleshy pink palm, and then blacked out until the image adjusts. It's dark out and whoever's recording must be drunk, or freshly woken up on the curb of a multi-dimensional prison. The view swings away from the dark outline of a ball & chain to the front of a torn and bloody cardigan.
No guns. No swords. No hood. Not a single red-haired trouble maker in sight. ]
Really.
I hate Colorado.
[Action | Closed]
12 February 2012 at 04:52 pm
[Strategically, he doesn't straighten his appearance before returning to Diva. His injuries are gone but the dirt and tears remain on his uniform; he hopes they will help his believability, because this story will have to be good.]
[Part of him doesn't wish to lie to his Mistress. He still feels that pull, an instinctive and almost overwhelming need to serve her. But the discussions he's had in the last two days -- those who care for him still, despite his horrific changes -- have given him reason to fight it. He's not entirely certain reason will win out once he sees her, but he has spent as long as he dared steeling himself to it, and there is no more to be done.]
[He enters their rooms, wondering what he will find here, and who he will be when he exits again.]
Diva?
((OOC: This thread has trigger warnings for violence, trauma, and potentially sexual content depending on Diva's mood OTL ))