[Another open post!]

[angeloffire_]

*he's sprawled on his stomach at the foot of a couch somewhere, headphones glued to his ears as usual, scrawling something in barely-legible handwriting on an index card, fingers absently drumming on the carpet to the time of his music

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[noblackorwhite]

*wanders by, then pauses, tilting her head at him* ...does your music protest the blackness of your existance and the wretchedness of the world, all the while preaching to know the true path to happiness, which has eluded others for centuries?

[angeloffire_]

*nearly jumps, because it always surprises him when people talk to him when he's listening to music, then tugs his headphones off and sits up, crosslegged* ...er, I hope not? *pauses to listen and figure out what's coming out of said headphones at the moment* Sounds like my music is discussing the virtues of my girlfriend. *...grins* Also, hi.

[noblackorwhite]

*looks relieved* Oh, good. I can only deal with one copy of my brother in the world, and that is only mostly for Father's sake. -- *smile* Hello to you too.

[angeloffire_]

So your brother's into the emo thing? -- *salutes* I'm Xathanael Hades.

[notahades]

*and -- he'll be the first person she'll go to, and though she'll feel amazingly overwhelmingly guilty for ruining any good mood he might be in, she absolutely needs him, needs to tell him first -- so she'll sit down next to him, quietly, and her bare feet and absence of glasses are the first indication that something's wrong*

*and she won't say anything, either, but will simply poke him lightly in the shoulder, expression mostly blank*

[angeloffire_]

*starts slightly and pulls off his headphones in order to sit up -- and of course he'll realize that something's wrong, so he'll bite his lip absently and turn to face her completely* ...Brynne? What's -- ?

[notahades]

*biting her own lip, and sort of quickly* Can I -- *and without waiting for an answer, she'll move to more or less curl up in his lap, burying her face in his shoulder* *and quietly, muffled* Decca's dead. I -- have his eyes and I don't know who or why -- *she'll break off there, yeah*

[angeloffire_]

Of course -- *wraps his arms around her instantly, kissing her hair, and -- tries and mostly fails to stifle the shudder of pure horror and shock* ...Decca's -- oh, fuck. I'm... Jesus. I'm sorry.