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[Dec. 19th, 2009|09:10 pm] |
*has spent the past few days in a rather angry daze which has only be interrupted by brief moments of uncertainty (such as when he wakes up in the morning and Ecthelion isn't in his bed) (such as when he goes to text Ecthelion I'm sorry, I'm being an idiot but stops himself)*
*topples into a whole new rage when a number of boxes arrive at the Flower (so soon) and all thoughts of making any apologetic gesture are quickly crushed* *fueled by continuing anger, becomes remarkably efficient, tearing through his work at the Flower and with Special Ops (the sort of efficiency not seen since Rivendell in the Third Age)* *takes the time to package up Ecthelion's belongings and send them to the Fountain in the very same boxes (except for a single t-shirt which now resides in Marigold's basket to keep her from pining overly)*
*finally, on the fifth day, having woken up yet again, hard and lonely and disorentiated (is it dark?), marshals his defences and goes to work, barely noticing that his own staffers do their utmost to avoid him*
*eventually, almost on a whim, picks up the phone and presses a speed-dial that, by rights, shouldn't still be on his phone* |
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infuriated