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accordancy2012-10-22 10:39 pm
canislaconis) wrote in accordancy2012-10-22 10:39 pm
001 - At the crossroads one more time
[When he wakes, he's still only half-aware. Sprawled on the bed, one arm strewn over the empty mattress at his side, his first thought is that Salem had gotten up, for some reason. Blearily, he peeked open an eye to see if she was still in the room. And, for a moment, the only hint that something was off was the vague sense of uneasiness in his stomach. But it nagged enough for him to keep staring, trying to piece together what was off.
Slowly, the wrongness began to take shape. The empty bed was cold. The covers were undisturbed. The furniture, impersonal and empty, didn't make up the familiar sillouhettes that made up their quarters in their cramped apartment. And, as he propped himself up, a low growl starting in his throat, even the smell was wrong.
She wasn't here.
Here wasn't here. Or, at least, it wasn't where it should be.
He doesn't speak to the grimmoire. It doesn't even occur to him that there would be one to speak to. In seconds, he's up on his feet and stalking into the halls, his bare feet practically silent against the floor. With his teeth bared--fangs showing--and no sunglasses to hide his pale, wolfish eyes, there's no question that he is neither human nor remotely happy.
Hello, Accord]
Slowly, the wrongness began to take shape. The empty bed was cold. The covers were undisturbed. The furniture, impersonal and empty, didn't make up the familiar sillouhettes that made up their quarters in their cramped apartment. And, as he propped himself up, a low growl starting in his throat, even the smell was wrong.
She wasn't here.
Here wasn't here. Or, at least, it wasn't where it should be.
He doesn't speak to the grimmoire. It doesn't even occur to him that there would be one to speak to. In seconds, he's up on his feet and stalking into the halls, his bare feet practically silent against the floor. With his teeth bared--fangs showing--and no sunglasses to hide his pale, wolfish eyes, there's no question that he is neither human nor remotely happy.
Hello, Accord]
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[that was full of sarcasm, however. ...And it might be the most cooperation he's going to get out of her without eliminating any chance of escape. As long as she has some room to struggle, she's going to keep it up. And she doesn't seem like she's intending on tiring any time soon]
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....or he'll try, anyway. She's annoyingly strong.
He'll drag her down to the ground if it helps give him leverage, but she really wasn't making this easy on him. He can't help growling a little in frustration]
Just...be still.
[this would be so much easier if you'd just answer his questions]
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Goddamnit--!
[he growls, so she growls back, turning her head so she she can snarl her sharkteeth at him as much as she's able.
...but, after a little more kicking and rolling, thrashing as much as she can--fuck, does he really have to be that strong?--she finally just... gives up. :\
this isn't worth frenzying over.]
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When she goes still, he frowns, shifts his grip to make sure he doesn't lose hold of her, and sits back just a little bit. Right. Now to figure out how to get answers...]
...Why am I here?
[because context was entirely unnecessary for these sorts of things]
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Because the universe has a fuckin' hilaaaarious sense of humor! [still gonna yell, though]
Or maybe it's karma! You ever think of that? You probably pissed somebody off by grabbing and throwing them around!