∞ [ accidental video ] | backdated to sunday morning, before sunrise

[fatespoken]

[ Amory Felix sits on a kitchen chair, leaning against his arm propped up on the table. There's absence in his expression, a stolidity that Amory struggles to maintain, no matter what his appearance suggests. Blood soaks the right arm of his white button-up, decorated with large rip at the top shoulder. It exposes flesh plastered with dried blood. His hair, cropped-short, joins the bloodbath with matted clumps of hair. There's more, but it's cut off from the camera. ]

—the City, right?

[ ooc: Cursed with Road Not Taken! ]

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voice;

[fatespoken]

I said. I don't know who you are.

voice;

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

[A vaguely irritated sigh on her end, but her voice is even enough.]

Ginny Weasley. Pretending you don't know who I am won't make me any less concerned, you know. As much as I hate to admit it.

voice;

[fatespoken]

I don't know who you are, Ginny Weasely. You don't need to be concerned.

It only looks bad.

voice;

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

[And she nods on her end of things, wiping a hand over her face. Curse it is.]

How'd it happen, then?

voice;

[fatespoken]

I was being stupid.

[ His face is still tilted to the side. ]

voice;

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

Not entirely unusual, I suppose. D'you... need any help?

voice;

[fatespoken]

Talk to my babysitter.

voice;

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

... excuse me?

voice;

[fatespoken]

I'm fine.

voice;

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

[She cannot believe she is asking this of him. But.]

Do me a favour, then, and let me know if you're still fine tomorrow?

voice;

[fatespoken]

Sure. Why not.

voice;

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

[She blurts this out before she can help it.]

That was easy.

voice;

[fatespoken]

Easy?

It's unnecessary to make a fuss, over something like this.