∞ [ 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! ]

Comments

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.