tequila_sunset: (sad old man)
Harry Du Bois ([personal profile] tequila_sunset) wrote 2022-10-31 09:40 am (UTC)

Harry’s stance shifts, becomes more rigid. The feathery crest on his head fans out.

AUTHORITY - (Finally. Now you’re standing like a man, at least.)

HALF LIGHT - (Scare her. Show her how fucked up you really are. Make her regret doing this. Calling you here to a pretty park by herself. Wanting to know you. You could fuck her up.)

VOLITION - (Don’t do that. Be normal. Answer her question.)


While the furies argue in his head, he grits his teeth and starts padding his pockets down for a cigarette. His fingers brush spare change, keys without homes, and scraps of paper before he finds what he’s looking for. He lights up. He hopes the flash of the lighter scares her, just a bit.

TINY LIGHTER FLAME - (Fear the man who holds me! Look upon me and remember, child! I am the vestige of THE BURNED MAN.)

He feels bad immediately- no matter what her reaction is. An apology is forming in his mouth. He has to rush to cut it off. Speaks over it. He is not sorry. Everything he does has purpose. He isn’t just lashing out because he’s sad and crazy.


“What’s that mean? The kun. I don’t know it.”

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