Lorcan Moran will sing you to d'Eath (liviu) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-10-22 22:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2000-10, c: lorcan d'eath, c: sofiya capper, type: thread |
Who: Lorcan and Sofiya
When: immediately following this
Where: Travelers' Camp, County Cork, Ireland
What: Hopefully scaring the snark right out of Sofi
Rating: tbd
Lorcan slammed his journal shut. Creature. Nasty, vile creature. The words really were not so new to him anymore, but then they had come from strangers and relatives. Never had they come from the girl the Dark lord had told him to use as a servant, not that he had ever been given one before, but that was beside the point. Warrington was right. Sofiya was becoming far too spirited for her status and needed taken down a peg. At the least.
Tossing his plate on the ground, he rose from the commune campfire to head back to his tent, ignoring the questions Calbhach had about what was disturbing him this time. He kept a fairly blank expression as he stalked over to the chair where Sofiya was playing with her journal. It figured, since they had been conversing over it not one minute ago. Without so much as a greeting, he grabbed her roughly by her forearm and jerked her to stand, using his force to drag her across the designated common room before shoving her against one of the magically solid 'walls' of the tent. A few books fell off a rickety bookcase while the single portrait frame he kept shattered about a foot or so away.
He didn't say anything. He only glared down at her with very cool blue eyes and held fast to her arm. If she wanted to talk back so much then he was going to let her. For now.