Draco Malfoy (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hisdarkmark) wrote2012-11-20 08:57 pm
hisdarkmark) wrote2012-11-20 08:57 pm
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Fortieth Hex - [Written/Action]
[When he first opens his eyes, he's immediately blinded by the sunlight and he hisses loudly, rolling over in the dirt to shield his eyes. He doesn't move for a moment, barely bothering to take in what was going on. It was obvious he was back. His clothes were still torn and disgusting from the last draft, and he had a few dried scabs on his arms, but otherwise...he seemed fine.
Sitting up, he gropes around the area for his journal to check the date.
Shit. Just how long was death supposed to last in this place? He supposed it wasn't too entirely unusual, considering how long Arumat was gone when he had been murdered. He adjusts himself on the ground, shifting the way he's sitting and reaching in his pocket for a pen. The writing is scratchy and scrawled, but the words are legible.]
So that's what it's like.
[He doesn't care. He doesn't care to read through everything and find out what he's missed. He's on his feet and carefully walking toward house 25, already knowing that Tsuzuki and Hisoka were waiting for him and most likely could kill him again for being dead for so long.
The thing was, however, was that he couldn't figure it out. He couldn't seem to wrap his mind around what he's lost as a penalty. Maybe he got lucky and they didn't take anything at all. That would be nice, wouldn't it? But it seemed highly unlikely, especially considering the nagging in the back of his mind that something was missing. He'd just have to work it out later.
Hmm...hello house 26. You seem awfully familiar, and not in the way that it was the house some of Draco's friends live in now. He used to spend a lot of time in that house, didn't he?
No. Maybe not. He couldn't imagine why he would...must be mistaken.
It isn't until he's almost at his front door that he takes his journal again, scrawling out a few more words.]
...am I the last one to come back then? Suppose they really do save the best for the end.
[ooc: Death penalty explained briefly here]
Sitting up, he gropes around the area for his journal to check the date.
Shit. Just how long was death supposed to last in this place? He supposed it wasn't too entirely unusual, considering how long Arumat was gone when he had been murdered. He adjusts himself on the ground, shifting the way he's sitting and reaching in his pocket for a pen. The writing is scratchy and scrawled, but the words are legible.]
So that's what it's like.
[He doesn't care. He doesn't care to read through everything and find out what he's missed. He's on his feet and carefully walking toward house 25, already knowing that Tsuzuki and Hisoka were waiting for him and most likely could kill him again for being dead for so long.
The thing was, however, was that he couldn't figure it out. He couldn't seem to wrap his mind around what he's lost as a penalty. Maybe he got lucky and they didn't take anything at all. That would be nice, wouldn't it? But it seemed highly unlikely, especially considering the nagging in the back of his mind that something was missing. He'd just have to work it out later.
Hmm...hello house 26. You seem awfully familiar, and not in the way that it was the house some of Draco's friends live in now. He used to spend a lot of time in that house, didn't he?
No. Maybe not. He couldn't imagine why he would...must be mistaken.
It isn't until he's almost at his front door that he takes his journal again, scrawling out a few more words.]
...am I the last one to come back then? Suppose they really do save the best for the end.
[ooc: Death penalty explained briefly here]
[Action]
It occurs to him that they're very lucky. Other partners have far worse problems than what they do. Wakaba and Terazuma can't even touch each other. Tsuzuki pets Hisoka's wings, feeling calm and centered.]
...What do you think Draco lost?
[It's so weird. With Sheik it had been obvious that his voice had been taken as payment. Draco, for all intents and purposes, looked the same as when he left.]
[Action]
[His wings puff up in reply. He's trying not to think about Draco right now.]
[Action]
[Hisoka might be angry, but if he listens to Tsuzuki's emotional state he will be met with warm acceptance. Not just acceptance of him as a person, but an acceptance that extends to Draco, too.]
Did you feel anything different coming from him?
[Action]
I wouldn't know. He blocks me out, remember?
[Action]
[It's not manipulation done on purpose, at least. It's the way Tsuzuki normally feels. And he's glad when he senses Hisoka grow boneless in his arms, because that must mean he's enjoying himself. Tsuzuki continues to pet him, taking his cues from the way his wings shiver and arch beneath him.]
I can ask him questions. Try to find out if he's himself.
[Action]
[There's a growing drowsiness in his voice as Tsuzuki's grooming does its job. There's no room for annoyance in this perfect little bubble.]
[Action]
[When Hisoka's voice becomes ever so slightly slurred, Tsuzuki can't help but feel extra fond of him. It's nice when he trusts him enough to let himself relax. He's missed that.]
[Action]
You're right. We'll have to talk to him.
[Action]
Tsuzuki tenderly strokes down the whole backside of Hisoka's wing one last time, before placing it back.]
We should let him cool down a little, first. Emotions are running high right now.
[Action]
He'll be better tomorrow.
[Action]
It'll all work out. You'll see. Why don't you rest a while, and I'll go see how he's holding up?
[Action]
[He slides the rest of the way off Tsuzuki's lap, obediently curling up against his pillow instead. A little nap never hurt anyone.]
[Action]
Sweet dreams.
[Stroking Hisoka's hair once, he gets out of bed to look for Draco.]