jude "i am super chill all the time!!!!" murphy (sueasadsong) wrote in rooms,
Re: Great Gatsby: Jude/Clem/Shane/Graham
Jude was just about ready to roll his eyes and let them do whatever. Clementine was clearly out of her mind, and while he understood she went through a trauma, it was exhausting trying to make sense of it. His eyebrows raised when she dropped the glass, and he sighed, backing up. "As you like. Go ahead." She said no fighting, and he thought he'd been bloody reasonable at this point. His indifference was cropping up again, and the old, old part of his psyche dryly pointed out this was why attachments were pointless.
He was all set to walk away and get on with his day, when Shane Alexander walked into his home. Shane Alexander who shot him the last time they saw one another, when he was bleeding out on the floor and thrown into a door. Who was responsible for being thrust into the mind of a madman for far too long. Reason or not, that was not something to get over easily. It was less his presence, exactly, but that it was here.
The room dropped in temperature. It was a warm day outside, and yet it would seem like it was sapped out of the area. "You brought that man into my home," Jude said softly. His cold eyes turned to Graham, and then, even colder, at Clementine. She was a part of this. She must have known the man would follow. She did not warn him. After everything he did. After his promises to keep her safe. His eyes darkened until there were no pupils left in them, and there was nothing left human in them. Not now.
Behind them in the terrace, a terrible sound emitted, but the horse waited, the horse was commanded. It was not feeding time yet. Soon. Soon. Power emanated. The Antichrist was no where in sight to call down his Horseman. The zombies had nothing on the fury ready to be unleashed.