Conrad Weller (edgeofsalvation) wrote in marinasylum, @ 2011-02-21 01:55:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | :action, ashura, conrad weller, hei, jeanne francaix, yosuke otoha |
[Action | Open] Late at night
[Training at night is taking some getting used to. The quiet alternately aides and frays Conrad's concentration, depending on which stray thought happens by. An image of Diva and Ashton, safe and cuddled up in their bed, and he's focused on nothing but the swing of his sword. Wolfram's voice, filled with hate, drifts through the dojo riding a draft of chill wind and his form is set unforgivably off balance.]
[betrayed you and became a monster ... revolting, blood-sucking animal ... no better than a leech]
[He pauses his routine -- another unforgivable slip. He's heard that tone in Wolfram's voice before, and some of the words as well, but. This... was different. Now he had a new Master, and a new brother. He had somewhere he belonged --]
[No. Alarming, how quickly his thoughts turn that direction. Was it the uproar over vampires that was being raised, or his instinctive bond with Diva finding its true footing? What is it that makes turning away from his old life seem almost palatable?]
[He looks down at his sword, feeling the weight of it, the balance (a gram or two heavy on the hilt) for which he'd had to adjust, accommodate. Refused to accept anything less than perfection, not with such an important goal at stake. And now... now he realizes, looking at his other hand, that he doesn't even need it anymore.]