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[sanguimmuno]

A man enters, slow and heavy. His robes drag the floor as he makes his way to the Bar and orders a wine.
Please don't tear this world asunder
In his world, it's only been a day since he was last here, and Salazar has yet to recover.
Please take back this fear we're under
A red sky and thick clouds met Salazar when he returned home to rest.
I demand

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[iambetadraconis]

He doesn't know why, but in his mind Slytherin looks as though he's definitely seen better days.

And yet, the man has a kind of grace that can only be seen when one is under pressure.

"Salazar?"

[sanguimmuno]

Salazar raises dull eyes to Rabastan.

"Master Rabastan." A weak spidery hand waves Rabastan acknowledgement. "Hail thee."

[iambetadraconis]

Yes.

Definitely has seen better days.

"What happened?"

He says it before he's aware he's speaking.

"I mean, forgive my intrusiveness, but...

Are you well?"

[sanguimmuno]

"The Beast Blodwen. I was tricked into service of that demon and her consorts, her mate used my happiness against me to pull me into the depths of Hades with him and that creature. That- that-" He sighs heavily and coddles his wine.

"Master Draco had to Stupefy me."