Hallowe'en
Oct. 30th, 2015 08:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The Sebastian who enters the bar is dressed in plain black -- for a step.
Then he startles, his clothing completely replaced by a suit of Messaline finery, like he wore once. Mayhap the same suit, even, though logic dictates otherwise.
The whole room is done in finery, mostly of a kind he has not seen, and there's laughter, and plates set out with foods, and --
"I've no stomach for it," Sebastian murmurs. He acquires a wineskin, and goes to explore this outdoors he has heard of.
A few steps out into the mid-afternoon, he catches the scent of the sea. Giving the lake a considered stare, he turns and instead heads to the relative safety of the trees.
Then he startles, his clothing completely replaced by a suit of Messaline finery, like he wore once. Mayhap the same suit, even, though logic dictates otherwise.
The whole room is done in finery, mostly of a kind he has not seen, and there's laughter, and plates set out with foods, and --
"I've no stomach for it," Sebastian murmurs. He acquires a wineskin, and goes to explore this outdoors he has heard of.
A few steps out into the mid-afternoon, he catches the scent of the sea. Giving the lake a considered stare, he turns and instead heads to the relative safety of the trees.
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Date: 2015-10-31 05:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-31 05:45 am (UTC)"Stay still! I will find thee," he calls, as carrying as he can manage, and puts a hand out in front of himself as he makes his way towards where he heard her. If she is not yet disappeared, he won't leave her.
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Date: 2015-10-31 05:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-31 05:53 am (UTC)"Viola?" he calls, as he has at regular intervals, this time far more uncertain.
But then there is a noise, again, ahead of him -- and he steps, and trips across a root, and goes crashing down a hill.
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Date: 2015-10-31 05:56 am (UTC)So she does.