towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters:

dualscars and everyone else.
Setting: The second library, very late at night.
Format: Starting with action brackets, but I'll match.
Summary: Dualscar partakes in an activity that does not involve violence!
Warnings: None, yet.

[those transversing the second library later at night may find the orphaner perusing its shelves, though with little to no apparent criteria for his selections. he looks as he has for the last few weeks: not to his standards of vanity. and with the more recent shenanigans involving nightmarish worlds? a touch on the battered side.

more notable, however, is that with every book deemed unsatisfactory, its chucked unceremoniously to the floor. only, that it isn't: to be thrown into a growing pile of them. one that, in fact, looks like quite a few shelves had gone into its creation. by now, several individuals could sit uncomfortably upon its hard-cover summits.

but if this requires any sort of attention at all, it doesn't show. after all, both holding a book and turning the page with one hand requires more effort than he'd care to admit.]

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[Condesce had been passing by the floor heading back up to her room after a much needed meal and medical care to her injured person when she spots the pile of books and Dualscar's tending to it.

She stares for a moment before attempting to move on, the bandages on her wrists being hidden behind mounts of jewelery.]

["attempting" being the keyword here.

~~his condesce senses tingle~~ it's hard not to notice her, and surely she knows this as well. he gazes upon her for a moment, before finally deciding to better make his presence known. even if it was already. or something. he actually halts in the chucking of books for this.]

... Your Majesty?

[however clear his voice his, the hesitance in it is clearer.]

[Condesce herself debates completely ignoring him and continuing on her way. However, she was forced to pause and consider that he may very well have been the reason she hadn't died in that nightmare (if that's what it was). And so, the Empress turned and stepped into the room at Dualscar's beckoning, eyes shifting from the tower and then back to him.]

Orphaner.

[gratefulness? from his empress? rejoice! but even if she weren't, that'd be understandable too. after all, what he did was only what was expected of him. he pauses, having second thoughts about derailing her from her initial course of action in the first place, but swallows it.

he bows, remaining in such a stance to look up at her.]

May I inquire as to how you've been farin', since our last encounter?

[The corner of the Empress's mouth twitches noticeably at the mention of their last "encounter". It wasn't something she was prepared to be reminded about, so her eyes also narrowed in a bit of displeasure in his direction.

The answer was "No, you may not", but she answers anyway. Perhaps because she had made the mistake of stopping to regard him in the first place.]

Well enough.

[Which was, of course, true. The robes covered up her starved frame, which was gradually filling out with each passing day. The sunbleach on her skin was still healing, as were the burns on her wrists, still covered by bandages and jewelry. Impossible to notice...unless you already knew they were there.]