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singillatim2023-11-09 01:11 am
brutalact) wrote in singillatim2023-11-09 01:11 am
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it's cold and it's sort of merciless | closed
Who: Knives & Vash & Vash(u)
What: Catchall log
When: Throughout the month of October up to November 5th.
Where: The Church mostly.
Content Warnings: Mentions of suicide ideation and past misanthropy most likely. Will update with warnings as they come up.
[if there was one positive thing knives could say about the church, it'd be the distance between it and the rest of the town. there were few interlopers who ventured out this far and most of the ones who did were either headed out of town or wandered the graveyard that sat behind the church itself. knives hadn't felt much of a need to interact with many of them unless stricken by curiosity-fed boredom, still learning how to carry himself around those whom he once upon a time would have cut down without a second thought.
times have changed and so has he. unfortunate or fortunate, it didn't matter now.
at least there is plenty to do to keep knives occupied; the few books he found on fishing and hunting, while outdated, are useful enough that he's gone out to try his hand at both. it was interesting learning about skills he would have never considered before back on no man's land, the frozen basin itself a marvel when he first came upon it.
inside the church the living quarters were small, especially with three people - plants - all taking up space together. what could go wrong?
What: Catchall log
When: Throughout the month of October up to November 5th.
Where: The Church mostly.
Content Warnings: Mentions of suicide ideation and past misanthropy most likely. Will update with warnings as they come up.
[if there was one positive thing knives could say about the church, it'd be the distance between it and the rest of the town. there were few interlopers who ventured out this far and most of the ones who did were either headed out of town or wandered the graveyard that sat behind the church itself. knives hadn't felt much of a need to interact with many of them unless stricken by curiosity-fed boredom, still learning how to carry himself around those whom he once upon a time would have cut down without a second thought.
times have changed and so has he. unfortunate or fortunate, it didn't matter now.
at least there is plenty to do to keep knives occupied; the few books he found on fishing and hunting, while outdated, are useful enough that he's gone out to try his hand at both. it was interesting learning about skills he would have never considered before back on no man's land, the frozen basin itself a marvel when he first came upon it.
inside the church the living quarters were small, especially with three people - plants - all taking up space together. what could go wrong?
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the back door opens with a little creak - as much as vee tries, the old hinges squeak, especially when the wind is blowing this way. he slides in quieter than the door and shuts it quickly, carrying a basket of fish in the other hand.
knives isn't hard to spot as vash struggles out of the scarf and jackets he had bundled up in, hanging them to give them a chance of drying out - hopefully. the way he holds himself makes vee smile uneasily, though he tries to mask it as best he could - and he makes his way over to the other. ]
I'm back, [ he greets softly, coming to a stop near knives but putting himself in a position where he can lean and sneak a peek through the cracked open door, seeing the motionless figure with his untidy mop of dark hair still safely in bed. he waits, silently, until he can catch the sound of breathing - as laboured it sounds, it isn't as bad as it had been before. maybe. ]
How is he doing?