Val (make_it_new) wrote in bearandbarnacle, @ 2009-08-01 21:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | event, gaavthread, ghosts, jackthread, valpost, valthread |
Val: Event: Ghosts
“Of course it would be you,” Val says crabbily to the transparent figure. Crabbily because he's painfully aware of his smallness, of his still-faltering speech; also because on Val's personal list of favorite fellow-servants, Rigo is exactly two spaces from the bottom. “Couldn't be anyone else.”
Rigo stands with his arms folded and says nothing. He's a tall, dark man, lean and well-built with eyes that burn an uncanny deep red around diamond pupils. This is if one is lucky enough to see his eyes; he rarely makes eye contact, preferring usually a point in the vicinity of the left ear or shoulder of whoever he's speaking to.
Val crosses his chubby arms right back at him and at last Rigo sighs and speaks. “What happened to you, Val-san?”
“Got shrunk,” is the succinct answer. “So what? You're dead.”
Rigo nods, once, measuredly. And does not speak.
“This is gonna be a long month,” Val mourns softly, and hops off his bed to go tell Jack and Zel (and Amy, and Amelia) that they have yet more company.