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towerofanimus2012-12-11 09:49 pm
warriorscribe) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-11 09:49 pm
The weather's annoying, isn't it?
Characters: Enoch and anyone!
Setting: Around the tower, forward-dated to the 12th.
Format: Either is fine!
Summary: Enoch made several cloaks last week and is handing them out....even if he's sick.
Warnings: None yet!
He'd been pressing his luck, going around and trying to give comfort or company to the sick. Though, one couldn't blame him, given that the most illness he's had in a century is a bit of an upset stomach. He's built up quite a resistance.
He'd almost forgotten what it was like to be truly sick, to have a headache behind his eyes and for his limbs to feel weighted. But he wasn't letting it stop him. He was going to give out these cloaks he made before it got even worse. So he wandered the tower, handing out a cloak to anyone who seemed as if they could need one, or anyone who asked.
There were ten of them in his arms, varying colors. All of them were hooded, and about medium-length. They would be large on a child and a little short on someone taller like him, but they would do either way. So even with the occasional cough and sniffle, or the stop to sneeze (not into the cloaks, thankfully) every now and then, perhaps it was worth the risk of being sick for a chance to get a little warmer.
Setting: Around the tower, forward-dated to the 12th.
Format: Either is fine!
Summary: Enoch made several cloaks last week and is handing them out....even if he's sick.
Warnings: None yet!
He'd been pressing his luck, going around and trying to give comfort or company to the sick. Though, one couldn't blame him, given that the most illness he's had in a century is a bit of an upset stomach. He's built up quite a resistance.
He'd almost forgotten what it was like to be truly sick, to have a headache behind his eyes and for his limbs to feel weighted. But he wasn't letting it stop him. He was going to give out these cloaks he made before it got even worse. So he wandered the tower, handing out a cloak to anyone who seemed as if they could need one, or anyone who asked.
There were ten of them in his arms, varying colors. All of them were hooded, and about medium-length. They would be large on a child and a little short on someone taller like him, but they would do either way. So even with the occasional cough and sniffle, or the stop to sneeze (not into the cloaks, thankfully) every now and then, perhaps it was worth the risk of being sick for a chance to get a little warmer.
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Immortal life among mortals is nothing but pain, and what reprieve it grants is all too short, every time.
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Yes, that... does not sound to be a desirable lifestyle at all.
Have you grown tired of it then? Of your immortality?
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...No. Death would mean leaving behind the immortals in his life just like mortals left him. He couldn't bear to put someone else through that pain. It was really the loss that hurt, wasn't it?*
No. Only of living with mortals. ...But with this place, and Meridian before it, it seems I have my wish.
*A tired, strained little smile that doesn't look all that happy. A granted wish in a place like this...*
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[—he can't agree that dying doesn't matter if you were revived afterward. Death was death. Suffocation is still suffocation even if his ribs were no longer crushed even if he wasn't trapped that bottomless pit of fear that dying had inspired in him, him who was nothing more than a mere human. He hacks out a short series of wet coughs, careful to not sneeze in Enoch's direction.]
—is temporary, right? So, I think... it's a rather twisted way of having that wish granted.
[He contemplates asking about "Meridian" before again deciding against it. He wouldn't pry. The older man seems to weighted down; no need to risk opening old sores.]
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...Indeed. Some of us age, Ruana said, but...she never did answer when I asked if they would die from it.
*The place seemed odd, out of time and yet with aging going on...
...then again, would they have aged in Meridian either? He would have to ask Sola when he encountered her again.*