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entrancelogs2009-07-19 11:30 pm
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Feeling sorry for yourself, and your present condition...
Who: Saix [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bloodluna] and Arland [madeinoblivion]
Where Vexen's room.
When: Just after this.
Rating: G. Probably.
Summary: Vexen is dead. Saix isn't admitting this, but unfortunately when you tell some people to stay away, they take it as an invitation to join you.
the Story:
A message from Vexen to come and collect him had been the last Saix had known that Vexen was awake. It had also been the last that Saix had properly slept, except for snatched hours here and there. He'd tried, in vain, to get Vexen to awaken, to drink fluid, or to show some sign that he hadn't been entirely swallowed by the dream, but in the end, the curse had won and Saix had witnessed the tattoos creep up to Vexen's eyes.
That was when he had died, despite Saix's redoubled efforts at the last to wake Vexen from what was obviously a nightmare. If the dream had ended anything like Saix expected from what he had witnessed, then it was little wonder Vexen had died looking afraid.
It had taken a couple of days. Now, despite his own exhaustion, Saix still wasn't sleeping. The door was closed and bolted, and inside the room, Saix was poring over Vexen's 'research notes', and the diary of his dreams. His eyes stung with tiredness, but there was too much to do; he'd sleep later. Whatever this was, it had cost Vexen his fourth death. Saix was not prepared to let it slide if there might be something he could do, even if, now, it would only be revenge.
He'd spent so much time in Vexen's room over the past month that it was starting to seem more like home. That was a line of thought he didn't wish to consider for very long. There were implications and sentimentalities contained within that thought which had no place in current events, or, Saix considered, in his own mind. Despite the morbid nature of staying in the room now, Saix did stay, as though he owed it to Vexen. It wasn't the first time he'd kept watch over the other man while he'd lain in state, and there were no others Saix would consider for the duty.
He didn't wish for disturbances, and not just because Vexen hadn't wished for all and sundry to know. He could use the peace himself to gather his thoughts. Right now, they needed gathering. Concentrating on Vexen's handwriting was a greater challenge when his own tiredness was factored in.
bloodluna] and Arland [madeinoblivion]Where Vexen's room.
When: Just after this.
Rating: G. Probably.
Summary: Vexen is dead. Saix isn't admitting this, but unfortunately when you tell some people to stay away, they take it as an invitation to join you.
the Story:
A message from Vexen to come and collect him had been the last Saix had known that Vexen was awake. It had also been the last that Saix had properly slept, except for snatched hours here and there. He'd tried, in vain, to get Vexen to awaken, to drink fluid, or to show some sign that he hadn't been entirely swallowed by the dream, but in the end, the curse had won and Saix had witnessed the tattoos creep up to Vexen's eyes.
That was when he had died, despite Saix's redoubled efforts at the last to wake Vexen from what was obviously a nightmare. If the dream had ended anything like Saix expected from what he had witnessed, then it was little wonder Vexen had died looking afraid.
It had taken a couple of days. Now, despite his own exhaustion, Saix still wasn't sleeping. The door was closed and bolted, and inside the room, Saix was poring over Vexen's 'research notes', and the diary of his dreams. His eyes stung with tiredness, but there was too much to do; he'd sleep later. Whatever this was, it had cost Vexen his fourth death. Saix was not prepared to let it slide if there might be something he could do, even if, now, it would only be revenge.
He'd spent so much time in Vexen's room over the past month that it was starting to seem more like home. That was a line of thought he didn't wish to consider for very long. There were implications and sentimentalities contained within that thought which had no place in current events, or, Saix considered, in his own mind. Despite the morbid nature of staying in the room now, Saix did stay, as though he owed it to Vexen. It wasn't the first time he'd kept watch over the other man while he'd lain in state, and there were no others Saix would consider for the duty.
He didn't wish for disturbances, and not just because Vexen hadn't wished for all and sundry to know. He could use the peace himself to gather his thoughts. Right now, they needed gathering. Concentrating on Vexen's handwriting was a greater challenge when his own tiredness was factored in.