Maximus Goratia Cartamandua-Celestine (maximusgoratia) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-11-04 15:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2013 november, ~40 points, ~~lily (summerslady), ~~max (maximusgoratia) |
WHO: Max and OPEN
WHERE: Down by the river
WHAT: Enjoying the autumn day...sort of.
WHEN: Monday afternoon
WARNINGS: TBD, likely none
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Max had been somewhat amused when he first arrived in this place. Then he had enjoyed himself for a few weeks making maps for the Council. Now, he was just bored. And rather disgusted. The number of purebloods in this place was few enough to make one go mad with the solitude, and the presence of his brother here wasn't helping matters. Especially as those here seemed perfectly content to absolutely ignore his brother's crimes and think him charming. Valen could make you think whatever he wanted you to think. That didn't mean it was true. Actually, if Valen went to the trouble of saying it, it probably wasn't true.
Max was nervous, too. He'd had to relax his pureblood protocol here, simply to survive. He still wore his mask, and minimized face-to-face contact with ordinaries (a technicality allowed him to communicate on the network, after all, he wasn't really talking to them, just reading 'pixels' on a 'screen'), but he still felt...dirty. Contaminated. And hoped desperately that nobody else from home would show up and call him out on just how far he had fallen.
It was a pretty day. Overcast slightly, but the leaves were bright enough to keep it from being gloomy. He'd purchased a sandwich at the Subway place, and a bottle of water, and was enjoying keeping his own company as the barges moved up and down the river. It had been some time since he'd had this sort of leisure, and he was looking forward to enjoying it without letting his guilt overwhelm him. He had to do what he had to do in order to survive, surely it would be forgiven? A pain at the pit of his stomach told him that it most certainly wouldn't be, but he chose to ignore that for the moment.
Footsteps behind him made him groan inwardly, but he didn't turn towards them. Perhaps if he ignored them, they would simply go away.