Sane Company Would Be Nice
Feb 28, 2016 4:29:02 GMT
Edelweiss Fjäril, Basil Spyros, and 1 more like this
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Feb 28, 2016 4:29:02 GMT
The news of Amon’s death had reached Lasair a day or two after its discovery, but that delay was only because he didn’t leave the HQ on those days it was in the news. He saw no reason to leave anymore, no reason to spend time in the city. It was as if his childhood was repeating itself; only this time he couldn’t head out and travel the world for seven years. The guild, his guild, stopped him from leaving. So he devoted all his time and effort into it. He saw no reason to do anything else.
While the passing of Amon was tragic, Lasair couldn’t feel any sadness for it. He knew Amon, yes. But he didn’t know the Mingo’s leader well. It was just another name atop the pile of deaths of people he had known. However, Amon was the lover of someone that Lasair liked to think of as a close friend.
He hadn’t seen Edelweiss since the battle, hadn’t felt the need to reach out to her. But Amon’s death was worth opening up contact. So he sent her a small note. “If you’d like some company, I’m available.” He knew she was probably being flocked with condolences and well wishes from her guild, as well as the majority of the city. Which meant that they had probably lost their meaning to the guild leader and that was why Lasair didn’t wish to be a part of them.
When the note was returned to him, with “sane company would be nice,” scribbled on the back, he felt he should plan a visit to her apartment. Unfortunately, he couldn’t quite bring himself to go over to her place that weekend. Or the rest of that week. Or the next week. Three weeks had passed until he finally found himself outside the door of her tenth floor apartment and he wasn’t sure why some much time had passed.
One hand reached up to lightly knock on the door while the other one pulled at his collar. The tattoo was itching again; it hadn’t itched for a couple days. He really wanted to scratch it, or cast magic to make the feeling go away. But he did neither. Suffering was something he had been getting used to in the days since getting the ink.
While the passing of Amon was tragic, Lasair couldn’t feel any sadness for it. He knew Amon, yes. But he didn’t know the Mingo’s leader well. It was just another name atop the pile of deaths of people he had known. However, Amon was the lover of someone that Lasair liked to think of as a close friend.
He hadn’t seen Edelweiss since the battle, hadn’t felt the need to reach out to her. But Amon’s death was worth opening up contact. So he sent her a small note. “If you’d like some company, I’m available.” He knew she was probably being flocked with condolences and well wishes from her guild, as well as the majority of the city. Which meant that they had probably lost their meaning to the guild leader and that was why Lasair didn’t wish to be a part of them.
When the note was returned to him, with “sane company would be nice,” scribbled on the back, he felt he should plan a visit to her apartment. Unfortunately, he couldn’t quite bring himself to go over to her place that weekend. Or the rest of that week. Or the next week. Three weeks had passed until he finally found himself outside the door of her tenth floor apartment and he wasn’t sure why some much time had passed.
One hand reached up to lightly knock on the door while the other one pulled at his collar. The tattoo was itching again; it hadn’t itched for a couple days. He really wanted to scratch it, or cast magic to make the feeling go away. But he did neither. Suffering was something he had been getting used to in the days since getting the ink.