Logs:It's Just a Craft
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| RL Date: 4 June, 2013 |
| Who: C'wlin, Athimeroth |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: After being told of his Ex-Communication, C'wlin has a tantrum... C'wlin-style. |
| Where: Weyrling Barracks, High Reaches |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
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| Thwwaaaaaaap. They say fire, when it burns hot enough, feels like ice, licking away at your skin. They say when you're freezing, truly freezing, that it feels like fire racing through your veins. They say a lot of things, and nothing. Thwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaapppsst." Cold fire. That's what it feels like, this anger that's held at the base of his throat. A scream that's not been released. It burns. It's cold. It stretches long fingers up into the temples and curls a tight fist around a stomach that hasn't come unclenched since the meeting with Suireh. Thwwwwaaaaaap. An increasing tide of emotion that drowns, unrepentant of those it consumes. Even Athimeroth's blustering winds cannot reach C'wlin in this place. This place of purity. Of anger. Of desire. Of destruction. It's beyond emotion, above it. Would he cry? No. Does he want to? Yes. Thwwwwwuuuumpppp. A miss. A huge miss. Seething. Anger. A red haze burns behind the eyes, drives the vessels to throb at his temples, and flushes a face that's not made for such things. A hard glitter that makes for an unpleasant, haughty demeanor. The anger crystalizes in the deepest part of his thoughts, his heart, his mind. It crystalizes from something hot to some oh-so-very cold. « C'wlin. » The touch is snipped before it can even begin. Athimeroth's touch silenced like the engulfing flames of encroaching cold fire. It touches, consumes, freezes, burns, and devours the link, the emotions that swell beyond his smaller frame can handle. His life, gone. His ties, gone. His craft, gone. The scream builds. Thwwwwwaaaaapp. Every breath is a labor, rushing into and out of his lungs as the rage builds, rises, threatens to burst from a vessel that can't hold it. Athimeroth doesn't understand, circling above the weyr in a frenzy that he can't explain. Won't explain. Turmoil rages in whirling eyes of red, an ominous glow in the darkness. In the silence of the empty barracks. Once, twice, thrice, the bronze thrashes in the oily night skies, uncertain. Thhhhhhhhhwwaaaap. Coldfire. It sweeps through C'wlin, starting with the top of his head and rushes down the to the toes of his feet, still in boots. In its wake, it leaves the harper cold, shivering, and undone. Allegiances broken -- but are they? Ties snipped -- but are they? Suireh's words race like bits of ember from the remains of what the anger has devoured, popping and flashing throughs that circle through the tumultuous thoughts. Former harper. « It's -- » Again, Athimeroth is savagely suppressed, the anger rising in a tide that C'wlin can't -- won't -- suppress. It batters against the mind link like a battering ram that won't stop. Thhhhhwwwwwwump. « -- just a craft! » C'wlin pauses. Silence rushes in like it was waiting on the edges of the cold-fury that throbs at the edges of his vision. It's engulfing, deafening, devouring. Chest heaves. In a voice strained by the sheer force of not screaming, of not letting lose, the former harper whispers in the darkness. "You know nothing." But it's not true. Athimeroth knows everything he does. And for once, the bronze is the cooler of the two heads. The storm of emotions reaches it's apex, only to form the eye where calm prevails. Thhhhhhwp. As the last dart is let loose, the straw man hung from the rafters of the weyrling barracks swings in an idle dance. Riddled with little darts, though just as many lie beneath the straw man's gently swaying silhouette. Athimeroth speaks. And for once. C'wlin listens.
CommentsHax (Castandcrew (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 05 Jun 2013 01:28:51 GMT. < YOU KNOW NOTHING JO... er, Athimeroth! Love this. Our poor little dudes. Craftless. WTF do they have to live for now?! ... oh. lifemates I guess. ;P I loved this. ^^;
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First of all, love the reveal! Every time I saw a Thhhhhwwaap I was like THE HECK IS THAT?
I really enjoyed the imagery, if it can be called that. The feeling of C'wlin's rage, the coldfire, felt so strongly that it was enough to keep Athimeroth out.
Well. Until the end. >:3 Curious to see what such an epiphany means for the two of 'em.
< Oh, poor C'wlin. The real question is what did Athimeroth say.
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Hax (Castandcrew (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 05 Jun 2013 01:28:51 GMT.
< YOU KNOW NOTHING JO... er, Athimeroth!
Love this. Our poor little dudes. Craftless. WTF do they have to live for now?! ... oh. lifemates I guess. ;P
I loved this. ^^;
Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 05 Jun 2013 01:35:03 GMT.
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First of all, love the reveal! Every time I saw a Thhhhhwwaap I was like THE HECK IS THAT?
I really enjoyed the imagery, if it can be called that. The feeling of C'wlin's rage, the coldfire, felt so strongly that it was enough to keep Athimeroth out.
Well. Until the end. >:3 Curious to see what such an epiphany means for the two of 'em.
Suireh (Satiet (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 05 Jun 2013 02:29:12 GMT.
< Oh, poor C'wlin.
The real question is what did Athimeroth say.
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