Lord Vaako (![]() ![]() @ 2008-07-26 16:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, day 9, lord vaako, severus snape |
Who: Vaako and Snape
What: Trapped inside for the storm! Not that Vaako minds.
When: Early Afternoon
Where: Library
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
It had been an uncomfortable night, to say the least. Sure, he knew logically that Riddick couldn't kill him, but his face was still swollen and sore from where the other man had pounded the hell out of him. It was one thing to know something logically, anyway, and quite another to fully believe it. It was hard to sleep when you knew that the men in the bed a few small feet away would kill you, if he was able to.
Finally, he'd given up, and arisen from his bed. He'd found little rest there that night, but that was okay. Truth be told, he'd found something that aroused his interest far more than sleep did. Being a Necromonger meant that he had had little time for one thing that he truly loved. Now, since he was a commander without an army to lead, he suddenly had much more time to himself. Especially since his Lord Marshal didn't want to speak with him, let alone give him orders.
Well, if he was really free to do what he wanted, he would go back to what he had done for the majority of yesterday. It was before dawn, he could sense that as he rose and made his careful way to the bathroom. This constant dark Riddick kept their room in was going to cause him to hurt himself, he was certain of that. But it didn't happen this time, and soon he was ready to leave the room. He'd noticed, in the bathroom mirror, that the swelling in his face had gone down a little. Of course, just the sight of his bruised face reminded him of the danger he was in, and he put on his heavy plate armor and picked up his axe. Old habits die hard, after all. He noticed a sort of eerie calm about the place as he left, but thought nothing of it.
Back to the library, feeling somewhat guilty, he hurried. It was like he still felt he had to hide this, because who among the Necromonger armies would understand his love of reading? It still hadn't fully sunk in that he didn't have to be scared, that he could openly do whatever he wanted. Silently, despite his heavy armor, he slid through the library doors and made straight for the chair he'd been in for most of the previous day.
He made an odd sight, the man in the armor with the weapon close at hand, sitting comfortably in a chair. It got even stranger when he reached out and picked up a book, the same one he'd been lost in yesterday. It was an incongruous sight, the warrior reading, but there was no one to see. And if someone came in, well, he had nothing to be ashamed of, did he? He wasn't breaking any rules. No matter what it felt like.