rewound and broken

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[A boy wearing the Scorpio Cloth appears on the Astral Plane. He's under five feet tall and seems almost skinny under the heavy armor. His blue-violet hair is wavy and wild, it's not that long yet, falling only down slightly past his shoulders. His armor is splattered with blood that's not his, his hands look as if they'd been soaked in it. There's a prominent smear of blood on the corner of his mouth too.]

[He doesn't seem to notice his surroundings for a long moment, just rubbing his fingers together experimentally and then scissoring his fingers.]

[He glances up at the stars around him, though his face remains mostly blank.]

Again? Hm...

[And he just goes back to examining his hands curiously.]

[ooc; say hello to Milo riiight after he got his Scorpio Cloth. He's about 6/7 though he probably doesn't look that age.]

Comments

[leschath.livejournal.com]

I'll wash it when it gets cold.

[lamb_of_gold]

If the blood is not yours, then to whom did it belong?

[leschath.livejournal.com]

My master.

[lamb_of_gold]

Knowing you, am I correct in assuming he no longer walks the earth?

[leschath.livejournal.com]

You're saying it like I wasn't supposed to kill him.

[lamb_of_gold]

I did not mean it as such. Simply an assumption on my part.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

He was dying a little while ago.

[lamb_of_gold]

Well then I suppose I should congratulate you on winning your cloth.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

You should?

[lamb_of_gold]

It is an accomplishment, is it not?

[leschath.livejournal.com]

Yes. It's also the day someone died.

[lamb_of_gold]

Does his passing sadden you?

[leschath.livejournal.com]

No. I don't think I need to be.

[lamb_of_gold]

...You will be a fine Saint when you grow up, then.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[Flexes his fingers,] I'll do this a lot. And they'll hate me like he did, so there's no point in sadness.

[lamb_of_gold]

Just remember to never hate back. There's no worse feeling a Saint could ever submit to.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

Why would I hate? I've never felt much of anything, they're not mine.

[lamb_of_gold]

There are many reasons to hate...but I suppose you won't know the real meaning until you're older.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

I was never young.

[lamb_of_gold]

Biologically older.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[Milo rubs flakes of blood off his hand, not responding otherwise.]

[lamb_of_gold]

...How old are you. Six? Seven?

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[Milo seems to consider this, there's no calendar on the island so he can only guess.]

We're still in the summer months. Six.

[lamb_of_gold]

You've some time before it happens, then...

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[Shrugs,] Many things will happen.