carver is made of (waterandwine) wrote in repose, @ 2016-09-04 11:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, carver anderson, claire johnson |
log: carver/temp at the B&B
Who: Carver, Claire
When: B&B
What: talking things out
When: fuzzzy but during the flowers
Warnings: Carver crazy
When the flowers started popping up around the B&B, Carver opened his window, looked out at the mysterious blooms and decided that he would give up. The Inquisition taught him to behave like a soldier, a paladin for the Church and God, who would happily die battling Hell than give in. Giving in was the worst thing any God-fearing individual could do, after all. It meant that every rule that was written in stone didn't matter. It was a sign of defiance against God's power, that somehow a measly human with human problems was more important than the Father of the universe. Carver once believed such foolishness was impossible for a man with great devotion such as himself. He thought he was so far above it all.
His feet brought him down from his room in the B&B before he could give going outside a second thought. Carver believed that the flowers were there for him and doing whatever they wanted would probably spare the rest of the people in town. Perhaps wandering down the wrong path would bring him somewhere right. His tall, thin frame lurched towards the backyard where little white flowers were blooming innocently and he went right for them without another thought. Once he found a nice patch of them blooming in such abundance that their petals were touching, he sank to his knees and laid there in the grass.
Nearly twenty minutes passed and nothing happened. No feeling of joy, no desperate need to take his clothes off, no rage. Nothing. The flowers had no effect on him. Carver closed his eyes, he laughed (unhinged with a hint of madness that was residual from going wild in the woods) and he rolled over on his back to look at the sky. He stretched his arms out, letting the grass seep between his fingers and he sighed.
"Neither of you want me, then? Is that it?" Carver asked both gatekeepers out-loud and then titled his head up when he heard someone approaching. "What now?"