It hits him abruptly as one song finishes, in the beat before the next one starts. A moment of abrupt clarity - his eyes widen and he stops in his tracks.
Where is he?
On the edge of town. There's the graveyard - he sees the gate and headstones out of the corner of his eye. Spirits hop along the fence, laughing, and then they all start up with their instruments again, a chaotic frenzy of melodies that eventually coalesce into some unknown tune.
Whatever brought this clarity, he can't stand out too obviously - that seems like a risk. Instead he keeps his head and watches - and at an opportune moment he grabs the arm of whoever is nearest and tugs them aside behind a dense patch of brush. With a snap of his fingers, the noise of the party cuts out abruptly, and he searches the face of whoever he's got.
"What's happening?"
One of them: June 17-18
Resistance didn't last long. Blood pounds in his ears as the music dominates all sense. Never has he felt so alive! Funny that it should take dying to realize that this is what he should have been doing all along. Why try so hard to save doomed people in a doomed, far-off world? He would much rather enjoy what he has here and now. Long limbs flail madly to the music, and he's covered in dirt and bits of trees from periodically falling, but he just doesn't care. Someone bumps into him and he laughs, takes them by the arm and goes to spin them in the dance. It's fun!
Maybe you try to pull away, though. His fingers tighten and he actually growls as he jerks you closer, suddenly staring you down, copper eyes just visible through the holes in his mask. "Where are you going?" he demands, the deep baritone of his voice rumbling in his chest at the question.
Or maybe you're off trying to hide and mistakenly move, revealing the light from your lantern for one horrible second. His dance partner is forgotten as he fixates on the movement like something predatory, then quickly stalks in your direction. He's awfully fast with those long legs, and you quickly realize - he makes no footsteps. When he shoves aside a branch, you don't even hear the snap. Will you continue to run, or will you fight back?
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Have an idea? Throw 'em at me, or message me on plurk at tinylongwing. As indicated here, Rosi will initially try to resist, but he's too involved and fails to break free - and he's not very happy about anyone who's not enjoying themselves.
Rosinante | OTA
This isn't right.
It hits him abruptly as one song finishes, in the beat before the next one starts. A moment of abrupt clarity - his eyes widen and he stops in his tracks.
Where is he?
On the edge of town. There's the graveyard - he sees the gate and headstones out of the corner of his eye. Spirits hop along the fence, laughing, and then they all start up with their instruments again, a chaotic frenzy of melodies that eventually coalesce into some unknown tune.
Whatever brought this clarity, he can't stand out too obviously - that seems like a risk. Instead he keeps his head and watches - and at an opportune moment he grabs the arm of whoever is nearest and tugs them aside behind a dense patch of brush. With a snap of his fingers, the noise of the party cuts out abruptly, and he searches the face of whoever he's got.
"What's happening?"
One of them: June 17-18
Resistance didn't last long. Blood pounds in his ears as the music dominates all sense. Never has he felt so alive! Funny that it should take dying to realize that this is what he should have been doing all along. Why try so hard to save doomed people in a doomed, far-off world? He would much rather enjoy what he has here and now. Long limbs flail madly to the music, and he's covered in dirt and bits of trees from periodically falling, but he just doesn't care. Someone bumps into him and he laughs, takes them by the arm and goes to spin them in the dance. It's fun!
Maybe you try to pull away, though. His fingers tighten and he actually growls as he jerks you closer, suddenly staring you down, copper eyes just visible through the holes in his mask. "Where are you going?" he demands, the deep baritone of his voice rumbling in his chest at the question.
Or maybe you're off trying to hide and mistakenly move, revealing the light from your lantern for one horrible second. His dance partner is forgotten as he fixates on the movement like something predatory, then quickly stalks in your direction. He's awfully fast with those long legs, and you quickly realize - he makes no footsteps. When he shoves aside a branch, you don't even hear the snap. Will you continue to run, or will you fight back?
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