d | a november catchall

[damnpire]

WHO: d & others
WHERE: stygia mostly probably
WHEN: nov.
WHAT: general meetups, notice board things, etc.
WARNINGS: me freezing spoon's comment so i can laugh every time i see it, reference to csa (laurent), snake imagery (augustine)

OOC plotting post

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[wrists]

[ it takes a measured breath and several moments of convincing himself before he follows, his steps light even on the wet road as he catches up, keeping a pace between them but walking side by side. ]

I'm not rash or loud, thank you. [ foul-mouthed, he is. but what seems rash is generally a well-thought out decision even if it sometimes can be a poor one. generally. there are moments where his anger gets the best of him, and then... the people here don't know him well enough to stay away.

laurent, between the sheets of loud downpour, picks up only bits of conversation (one-sided) between D and his mysterious parasite before D silences it entirely. he realizes then that his hand is still dripping blood, rivulets of pink running down his fingertips. he would be leaving a trail if the rain wasn't washing away the evidence of their steps. his hand feels stiff and numb, and he slowly draws it into the warmth of the cloak, blood seeping into the soft, dry fabric inside. ]

Your little friend — [ laurent gestures to D's left hand. ] Doesn't appear to like me.

[damnpire]

[Even if he disagreed, he does not try to argue with Laurent about the rashness or the loudness.

He continues walking, quiet, stride unhurried. Almost like he’s sour of spirit, perhaps the symbiote is quite skilled in hitting his sore spots. Though this is not necessarily a surprise having been with D for so long.]

There are only few it dislikes, [he finally says.] It acts as a Carbuncle does: caring only for its survival through the survival of its host.

[Not terribly far from the tavern they left, he takes them to a loophole: a dilapidated building with no discernible “threshold” he can be barred from passing, not when most of the front side has been peeled away. But there is still the overhang of a roof, and the interior is mostly dry and intact. The cold will plague them, however, until they get inside.

The back wall has the remnants of a hearth, and as D carefully steps through (wary that somehow the curse would have changed, or had some new stipulation), he goes straight for it. Laurent is left to be independent for now in what’s left of the dark carcass of the house.]