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the fuckface who holds time itself in his hands ([personal profile] collector) wrote in [community profile] realityshifted2010-10-16 02:39 am

Sacris Solemniis

[Teapot before him, a plate of pastries beside it, Braxiatel sits at the kitchen table with Strindberg's Ett drömspel open in front of him. Braxiatel stirs sugar into his tea, and a faint smile crosses his face as his eyes flicker to something in the seat to his left.]

[He leans forwards and pours a second cup of tea, then lifts it up to hand it over, the smile widening.]
I don't know what you mean by 'ulterior motives,' Comman—

[Braxiatel's fingers tighten on the cup before he can let it go. For a moment, it hangs there, hoping for a hand that cannot take it.]

Ah.

[It is a quiet realization.]

[Braxiatel sets the cup down, away from him. He leans back in his chair and picks up a scone to eat.]

[identity profile] sunkenlight.livejournal.com 2010-10-17 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ BUT ROXAS IS SHOUNEN HERO HE MUST BE FRIENDS WITH EVERYONE EVER!!1 by which I mean he will deal with this utter shutdown, he needs to learn to mind his own business. :|

The noises comment gets a slight grimace. ]
Tell me about it.

[identity profile] sunkenlight.livejournal.com 2010-10-17 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
But then what about the real monsters?

[identity profile] sunkenlight.livejournal.com 2010-10-17 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Well... [ not really ] Sometimes it's the only way you can.

[identity profile] sunkenlight.livejournal.com 2010-10-17 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Roxas shifts the pretzel to his other hand so he can give Brax's a good shake. ]

Roxas. Nice to meet you, Irving.