[Today there is a Liberator dragging his sorry self back into the village, and cursing the Malnosso for dumping him on the opposite end of the village from his destination. He doesn't look too bad for returning from a kidnapping, although he's bruised his lip somehow and his white shirt appears to be stuck to his chest by little spots of dried blood in a peculiar pattern. He's also missing a shoe.
It's a long trudge back to community building #6 with only one boot.
It's going to be a trudge that seems even longer when he gets there to find his apartment unoccupied. What. But wait, there's a note. ...He just passed house 32 to get here. Veros, why do you do these terrible things to him? ...Aside from the obvious. He looks at the note, and then in the direction of house 32. Note, house, note, house, note, house... journal.
They were the ones that decided to move residences without him.]
I have returned. Edward, bring my shoe.
((OOC: And, back. If I still have tags, I'm getting to them now. Figured you don't need an extra post clogging your flists.))
It's a long trudge back to community building #6 with only one boot.
It's going to be a trudge that seems even longer when he gets there to find his apartment unoccupied. What. But wait, there's a note. ...He just passed house 32 to get here. Veros, why do you do these terrible things to him? ...Aside from the obvious. He looks at the note, and then in the direction of house 32. Note, house, note, house, note, house... journal.
They were the ones that decided to move residences without him.]
I have returned. Edward, bring my shoe.
((OOC: And, back. If I still have tags, I'm getting to them now. Figured you don't need an extra post clogging your flists.))
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If there is another way...
I am not so swayed by emotion that I cannot face the truth. If there is a way, it will present itself. Otherwise, I would much rather keep the family I am currently blessed with than to pine after the family I lost years ago.
Also Svala is still debating on whether or not she should just try to heal him regardless of whether or not he shows her his wounds.]
They are just scratches. [It's worth a try.]
Way to be insistent, Svala. Fine, you want him to take his shirt off so you can see his tiny insignificant needle-prick scratches, he'll take his shirt off. And when he can't look you in the eye for a week, it's your fault.]
Sigmund.
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[He's apparently suffering from a few dozen little needle mark, generally within the lines of his lunaglyph. There. Goodbye, stupid white shirt. You caused him entirely too much trouble.]
...oh heck. They're along his lunaglyph. That scares her.]
Yup; it's a little strange, it's almost as if he has two souls but not really. But she does sense a lot more Volsung than usual, and it makes her heart ache for a little bit before she drops her hand.]
...would you prefer I not attempt to heal you?
If you think it unwise...
But I will make my best effort.
Edited 2010-05-02 05:12 pm (UTC)
She only nods in response and holds her hand above his lunaglyph, performing the gestures necessary to heal. Hopefully it'll work.]
There. See? Mama, please don't worry.]
Damn. She'll drop her hands back to her lap, then.] You must be tired.
No, not at all. [Except for that part where he's lying. A little.]
But. Awkward shifting. Can he have a hug goodnight, since no one's here to see him be a big fussy mama's boy?]
Svala smiles, stands and leans over to draw Sigmund's head to her shoulder, arms gently encircling his neck and shoulders. She lifts a hand to stroke his hair.]
There are no words powerful enough to express my relief. [So here, have some relieved soul-y goodness as she smooths your hair.]
I apologize for worrying you.