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middaeg2020-02-09 03:52 pm
judgementor) wrote in middaeg2020-02-09 03:52 pm
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Who: Red Wine & Steak
When: Night before the full moon, & following night
Where: Outdoors, moving elsewhere
What: After several months of physical changes, it's time for the one he's really been dreading...
Warnings: Death, I guess?
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"No, I expect he would have just been in the way. You know he trips over his feet exactly at all the wrong times."
He answers the question in an offhand sort of tone, not really thinking about the answer. Hands pushed into his pockets he walks side by side with his companion, both of them having been unable to sleep and mutually deciding that a walk in the chilly pre-morning air might work off some of the excess energy that the adrenaline spikes of the full moon always push on them. He's been trying to avoid going out during the day, given the fatigue that doing so tends to produce, but...
It's itching under his skin like something alive this time, but he hasn't been able to pinpoint any particular additional change that might have happened. Uncomfortable, but not panicked and with that internal rage he's been carrying since the rescue of the kidnapped monsters and witches simmered down to a low bubble, he's almost pleasant company. Better to say nothing of the fact that the small vials Caren gifted to him are currently lying empty in a drawer.
He makes a small, dismissive gesture with one hand, one finger indicating a further point to be made, then falters in his next step and has to grab hold of Steak's arm to steady himself.
"Ah--..." Red Wine mutters, his free hand curling up at the centre of his chest. It aches suddenly-- no. It hurts. "Some--... something's wrong."
When: Night before the full moon, & following night
Where: Outdoors, moving elsewhere
What: After several months of physical changes, it's time for the one he's really been dreading...
Warnings: Death, I guess?
---
"No, I expect he would have just been in the way. You know he trips over his feet exactly at all the wrong times."
He answers the question in an offhand sort of tone, not really thinking about the answer. Hands pushed into his pockets he walks side by side with his companion, both of them having been unable to sleep and mutually deciding that a walk in the chilly pre-morning air might work off some of the excess energy that the adrenaline spikes of the full moon always push on them. He's been trying to avoid going out during the day, given the fatigue that doing so tends to produce, but...
It's itching under his skin like something alive this time, but he hasn't been able to pinpoint any particular additional change that might have happened. Uncomfortable, but not panicked and with that internal rage he's been carrying since the rescue of the kidnapped monsters and witches simmered down to a low bubble, he's almost pleasant company. Better to say nothing of the fact that the small vials Caren gifted to him are currently lying empty in a drawer.
He makes a small, dismissive gesture with one hand, one finger indicating a further point to be made, then falters in his next step and has to grab hold of Steak's arm to steady himself.
"Ah--..." Red Wine mutters, his free hand curling up at the centre of his chest. It aches suddenly-- no. It hurts. "Some--... something's wrong."