Mordred (mordred) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-07-11 12:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | mordred, morgause, virginia dare |
Who: Mordred and OPEN
Where: Out and about
When: Friday afternoon
Warnings: TBD
There are days when he can cope with the world as it is, and do it well, disappearing easily into whatever persona he's built for himself, living as if this is the only life he's ever had, as if he never dreams of blood and treachery. There are days when he almost forgets what he is, moving through the wide streets and the tall buildings and the pale quiet interiors as though he belongs to them, with twentieth-century manners and mannerisms, the slang and the accents that he picks up quickly; he's always been good at blending in.
Some days.
Then there are days like this.
He's blown a job interview, deliberately -- just snapped, right at the outset, suddenly disgusted by the whole elaborate process, forms and rituals, call and response like a parody of church rites, ridiculous, demeaning, worthless. Another person who thinks he's crazy, now; that's fine, let them. They forget him, and they die.
Maybe he is a little crazy, today. Certainly he moves with an arrogance that doesn't fit with the workaday clothes, or the drab façades of the buildings around him. Watch him long enough, and it begins to seem as if it's the rest of the world that's out of place.
He was always good at that, too.