Cassian Ó Loinsigh (
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genessia2016-12-10 03:31 am
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Accidental Video | Action to ANYONE NEAR HIS SHITTY SHOP
[It's uncomfortable, hearing that wheeze from this channel. The communicator seems to have been carelessly swatted to the floor as he passed by it, considering that it caught the tail end of his retreating shape before it slumped heavily into a chair.
He's gray. Grayer than usual, pale blue in the lips and fingers and obviously cold and sick. Clearly, the steaming drink he has, too dark to be any normal blend of tea, isn't doing whatever job he expected it to.
Whatever is going on, his lips haven't stopped moving once, a shaking hand carefully thumbing each and every bead on the rosary. Prayers, probably.
He has some kind of tic. A constant jerk towards the window, as if he heard something from there, before he digs at an ear with his pinky. Tinnitus maybe? Whatever the issue is, the faded glare finally lands on the blinking light of the communicator, and he hurls a book sitting on the table at it, before struggling to get up and shut the stupid thing off]
Dúr, maith do rud ar bith, briste píosa truflais! Éist suas!
He's gray. Grayer than usual, pale blue in the lips and fingers and obviously cold and sick. Clearly, the steaming drink he has, too dark to be any normal blend of tea, isn't doing whatever job he expected it to.
Whatever is going on, his lips haven't stopped moving once, a shaking hand carefully thumbing each and every bead on the rosary. Prayers, probably.
He has some kind of tic. A constant jerk towards the window, as if he heard something from there, before he digs at an ear with his pinky. Tinnitus maybe? Whatever the issue is, the faded glare finally lands on the blinking light of the communicator, and he hurls a book sitting on the table at it, before struggling to get up and shut the stupid thing off]
Dúr, maith do rud ar bith, briste píosa truflais! Éist suas!
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"Still, though. If you're sick, you should be resting."
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"Milady, we should take his word for it. He won't be resting if you talk to him."
"I'm just being nice, Lev." [She glances back to the screen.] "I'll leave you be then, Sir."
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The devil is that?
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"Who? Lev?
This is Leviathan, my friend."
"Pleased to make your acquaintance."
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Small dragon?
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"Although, a quick note: My parasitism functions differently. Milady benefits as much from me as I do from her."
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Least he could be fouler lookin'.
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"Like Samson."
[Squigly giggled a brief moment before getting back on track.]
"He's still parasitic in a sense that we still need each other to live."
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[Though Squigly doesn't comment, she appreciates Leviathan despite this feeling like a Pyrrhic Victory.]
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Lucky her.
[He hasn't missed her expression. There's clearly something amiss here. Be it far from him to pry]