[Open Post] Gefährlich ist wer Schmerzen kennt (Whoever knows pain is dangerous)
Following Aramat's demise, Klingsor fell into a bout of depression, hiding himself in his corner of the garden, alternating bouts of drinking himself into a stupor with bouts of beating the walls of his cottage with his head and other acts of self-harm. And when all else fails, he's resorted to ramping up the rapid plant-growth spells in his garden, despite the fact that the snow and ice tended to undo them very quickly.
But the spring has returned and that means the cold isn't killing off the wild tangle of plants so quickly, which has improved his mood a bit. Only a bit. He's still loping between the house and his corner of the grounds with a burning look in his green eyes that puts the noon-day sun on a hot day to shame, or grouching around his garden, pouring more magic into the vines and trees, cursing angrily in German all the while (thankfully, the Mansion is not translating it, but his angry growling is likely all one needs to figure out what he's muttering...).
He still doesn't know who killed Aramat. He would like to know, but he's not inquiring just yet: things have a way of coming to him as he needs them and despite his fury, he is patient. Time will reveal to him the name of her killer.
Title taken from "Feur Frei" by Rammstein, natch. Warning: Angry warlocks are dangerous; approach with caution, he's still very snarly just now. But perhaps the news of Aramat's return will get him to snap out of it. And we wonder how he'd react to finding out that his nemesis, Parsifal, the guileless fool, is dwelling in the same airspace...
But the spring has returned and that means the cold isn't killing off the wild tangle of plants so quickly, which has improved his mood a bit. Only a bit. He's still loping between the house and his corner of the grounds with a burning look in his green eyes that puts the noon-day sun on a hot day to shame, or grouching around his garden, pouring more magic into the vines and trees, cursing angrily in German all the while (thankfully, the Mansion is not translating it, but his angry growling is likely all one needs to figure out what he's muttering...).
He still doesn't know who killed Aramat. He would like to know, but he's not inquiring just yet: things have a way of coming to him as he needs them and despite his fury, he is patient. Time will reveal to him the name of her killer.
Title taken from "Feur Frei" by Rammstein, natch. Warning: Angry warlocks are dangerous; approach with caution, he's still very snarly just now. But perhaps the news of Aramat's return will get him to snap out of it. And we wonder how he'd react to finding out that his nemesis, Parsifal, the guileless fool, is dwelling in the same airspace...