Rolo (the_high_priest) wrote in end_ofall_hope, @ 2008-07-31 02:30:00 |
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[GP] Let your loss be your lesson.
In his life, Rolo had never really played cards much; it simply had not been part of his daily activities and to tell the truth, he royally sucked at it. Still, the game was simple and fun enough to keep him entertained until Lelouch returned and spending some time in the presence of a normal family was nice for a change. He might even get used to this kind of thing even if they had made him put away all his knives.
Poking out his tongue a bit, he narrowed his eyes at his cards in thought, reaching for one and froze. A deep ache settled in his chest and a split second later a sharp pain shot through him, hoarse screaming that was not his filling his head until his ears rang and then it was suddenly as gone as quickly as it had come. However, the empty, powerless sensation in his chest ceased not. His cards slid from his suddenly numb fingers, his throat thick. "...Lelouch."