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Who: Judas Iscariot, Iago
What: Judas visits an already drunk Iago on the day of what would have been their two-year anniversary of 'marriage.'
When: Friday morning
Where: Iago's Room, 07 - 008.
Warnings?: IDK? Potentially? Hopefully should just be drunk antics on Iago's part.
Judas knew that he could get in a lot of trouble for this. A lot of trouble. He'd left Adam's room quietly that morning with a few placating words about needing to take care of a few personal things, not quite a lie of course. He had arrived at Adam's last night, true, but it was really nothing more than a sleepover. Some quiet conversation and the Apostle couldn't sleep within five feet of the immortal, not with the day. He quietly headed to his actual destination, Iago's room. 11-12. Two years ago, in the dark, dank Masterworld, he had been quietly hoping for the past three months for this. The rings he had found in a pawn shop and served very well, even if his was almost too small for his finger.
Rain. Nothing but rain all morning and afternoon, but he had not let that ruin the day. But the day seemed determined to be ruined. Crisis after crisis, being called away from their home so many times that by the time it was dinner, there was no time to prepare anything. He had scrounged about the garden for what he could manage, ruining his best suit in the process. When they finally had the chance to sit down for dinner, sirens echoed throughout the city. But, Judas didn't want them to never get time to do their vows. So, a hurried, rushed ceremony, private in every way, no time to do much more than a few simple words, but it was a pledge of love until death.
As Judas carefully now stood at Iago's door, his heart leapt up into his throat. This was only to have a brief conversation. There was nothing left of their relationship or even friendship, only a dismal wasteland of dust and the past few months had been filled with him trying to plug that hole in his life. With alcohol, with a dog, with his warden's time, with the Infirmary, and most recently with Adam, in a vain hope that he would feel whole again.
This was just a conversation, he told himself again, not a discussion of blame or an argument. A five-minute conversation on the day that should have been a happy one, filled with sweet things and perhaps a little dancing. Keep all emotions down, Iago hates those. Keep the conversation strictly about how he's doing.
And then he knocked, carefully and lightly on the door, for it was considerably early in the morning.
What: Judas visits an already drunk Iago on the day of what would have been their two-year anniversary of 'marriage.'
When: Friday morning
Where: Iago's Room, 07 - 008.
Warnings?: IDK? Potentially? Hopefully should just be drunk antics on Iago's part.
Judas knew that he could get in a lot of trouble for this. A lot of trouble. He'd left Adam's room quietly that morning with a few placating words about needing to take care of a few personal things, not quite a lie of course. He had arrived at Adam's last night, true, but it was really nothing more than a sleepover. Some quiet conversation and the Apostle couldn't sleep within five feet of the immortal, not with the day. He quietly headed to his actual destination, Iago's room. 11-12. Two years ago, in the dark, dank Masterworld, he had been quietly hoping for the past three months for this. The rings he had found in a pawn shop and served very well, even if his was almost too small for his finger.
Rain. Nothing but rain all morning and afternoon, but he had not let that ruin the day. But the day seemed determined to be ruined. Crisis after crisis, being called away from their home so many times that by the time it was dinner, there was no time to prepare anything. He had scrounged about the garden for what he could manage, ruining his best suit in the process. When they finally had the chance to sit down for dinner, sirens echoed throughout the city. But, Judas didn't want them to never get time to do their vows. So, a hurried, rushed ceremony, private in every way, no time to do much more than a few simple words, but it was a pledge of love until death.
As Judas carefully now stood at Iago's door, his heart leapt up into his throat. This was only to have a brief conversation. There was nothing left of their relationship or even friendship, only a dismal wasteland of dust and the past few months had been filled with him trying to plug that hole in his life. With alcohol, with a dog, with his warden's time, with the Infirmary, and most recently with Adam, in a vain hope that he would feel whole again.
This was just a conversation, he told himself again, not a discussion of blame or an argument. A five-minute conversation on the day that should have been a happy one, filled with sweet things and perhaps a little dancing. Keep all emotions down, Iago hates those. Keep the conversation strictly about how he's doing.
And then he knocked, carefully and lightly on the door, for it was considerably early in the morning.