too soon?

[grandhighblood]

characters: grand highblood 

setting: art gallery -- floor 22

format: doesn't matter

summary: happy fun times with the brooding ghb. just a mingle post!

warnings: grand highblood


[ there isn't much going on here. the art gallery usually doesn't have many people in it due to the disturbing imagery tacked onto the walls, but the grand highblood stands in front of a large animated painting, his eyes dull and sort of fixed on the slow undulating motion of the waves painted on the canvas. It's a picture of a stormy sea, dark and chaotic, waves crashing on top of each other over and over.... ]

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[entropied]

[The Handmaid is mostly healed now, thanks to Lord English's little curse. As soon as she was well enough to at least hold her own in a fight, she started searching the tower for him, and to be honest this was the last place she expected to find him.]

Hey!

[grandhighblood]

[He twitches slightly, eyes still on the painting, but doesn't make much of an effort to acknowledge her presence.]

...

[entropied]

[Fine, if he's going to be an asshole about it... She scowls, lifting a wand and sending a blast of energy at his back.]

[grandhighblood]

[OK OK THAT SNAPS HIM OUT OF IT.

He lurches forward towards the painting, but then slams his hand against the wall to regain his balance, like he doesn't want to touch it. Then he turns around with a pained growl rumbling from the back of his throat to face...oh, little rustblood girl.]

Well, motherfucking well...looky here. Motherfucker all picking fights now?

[entropied]

I'm here to give you a warning.

[grandhighblood]

[He turns slowly, narrowing his eyes with a small frown.]

And?

[entropied]

Stay away from the Summoner.

[benigncancer]

[Sigh. Attempt number 2938482 commencing.

Signless approaches and stands beside, looking curiously at the painting]

[grandhighblood]

[He probably notices the Signless approaching, but he doesn't react quite as obviously as someone normally would. At least he tears his eyes from the painting for a second. It's a start!]

Ever seen the motherfucking ocean, brother?

[benigncancer]

I saw it from a hilltop once. [His own voice is quiet] While we were travelling. I couldn't believe how far out it went, and how it sparkled under the moons.

[grandhighblood]

[His eyes narrow, going back to the picture.]

It's a motherfucking facade. It all lures you in with its coating of sparkling dust, and you can't be getting your better judgement on because it has you under its motherfucking spell. Shit's dangerous.

[benigncancer]

Maybe. [He shivers a little, turning away from the picture and looking up at the Highblood quietly] Especially when you don't know how to swim.

[grandhighblood]

[He snickers, though it's not really at the Signless per se. Yeah, he doesn't really swim much either. Just enough to survive.]

High time you motherfucking learned. It can all save your pointless life, help you cling to it like a suckerbug when those heavy ice-cold waves come crashing down on your head like a motherfucking side of a hive hitting your face.

[benigncancer]

...Yeah, I know. [It might help the next time the Condesce decides to give him a dunking, for one thing] I've never had much of an opportunity, though. I suppose now I have a chance, but I wouldn't know where to start.

[windykind]

[John has always known vaguely that this floor was an art gallery, but he was never interested enough to stick around. But as he was going up the staircase, he noticed something big and dark out of the corner of his eye -- it was a troll, but much bigger than he had ever seen one. He couldn't tell if it was just from the weight of the hair gel, but this troll seemed to be hunched over, like he's sad. John is immediately concerned and walks over -- from the front, so the other guy can see him.]

Hey, are you okay?

[grandhighblood]

[Oh, a human. He... sort of sees him, but his focus is still almost all on the painting, his eyeballs twitching from point to point as he watches the waves. Without breaking his gaze, he speaks:]

Shit's pretty motherfucking chaotic today. It's all probing the inside of a motherfucker's sponge, getting its feel on for his emotions, then projecting that dark noise onto a canvas...

[maybe he's not...100% OK.]

[windykind]

...So you like this one? [John... did not follow very much of that. But he's trying to make conversation, because it seems that he definitely isn't feeling okay.]

[grandhighblood]

[Congrats, John's question cuts through the highblood's hypnotized state completely, and he just. Stares. At John.]

Does it all motherfucking LOOK like a thing that can be getting a brother's like on? It's the motherfucking ocean. [he gestures to it, rolling his eyes like DUH that is totally obvious!]

[windykind]

Well, I kind of like the ocean! [This is getting really awkward really fast, but John is determined to press on.] Um, I guess you don't, though.

[grandhighblood]

No, it is a motherfucking no-go for the Grand Highblood. The memory is all kinds of motherfucking foggy and vague as to where I all heard about the dangers of the ocean, but that is a truth that no one can motherfucking deny. [He's not...sure why he just spilled his guts to a little human, but there's really no harm in it, he supposes.]

[myblueskies]

What are you looking at sir? [Romeo came to stand next to him, he wasn't scared of the big troll even though he had killed him. He had been before but then Molly had been taken and he was more sad than scared. So sad that he thought he was going to explode.]

[grandhighblood]

[This wriggler, seriously. He keeps motherfucking coming back over and over no matter how many times the highblood screamed or killed him. Hell, if he killing him the first time wasn't enough, would it even be worth the effort to do it again?

Well, fortunately for Romeo, he's not interested in killing him right now. His concentration on the piece of animated part breaks a little, and he stares down at him from the corner of his eye, frowning.]

The ocean.

[myblueskies]

[He looks at the picture, it was really pretty, he remembered miss Romana telling him about the ocean, when they had been locked in the cages.] Have you ever seen the ocean sir? The proper one?

[grandhighblood]

[a faraway look in his eyes.]

Used to motherfucking live by it. I... don't remember much about those times.

[myblueskies]

[He turns to blink at him] Was it a long time ago, when you were a ki... wriggler?