∞ [ 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

[fatespoken]

I didn't do it. I never made the choice, I wasn't capable of making it.

[never_very_good]

[Leaving the question of who did.]

Your father?

[fatespoken]

Even at that age, you can have attachment issues. Surprising, isn't it?

In the end, it's my fault.

[never_very_good]

Why?

[fatespoken]

I decided to do the right thing. Got me into trouble.

[never_very_good]

Sucks.

[Eloquence, Frankie has it. It's not that he doesn't sympathize-- oh, how he does-- but circumstances are different enough to make that impractical to explain right now.]

Can cover you at the bar 'til you get this shit sorted out.

[Which... shouldn't be more than a day or two, right? Unless this is for real. In which case Amory will have to buy his own blood once he settles back in.]