[ Closed Log | Fearing Loss | In Progress ]
WHO: Rhode Kamelot [ dolcezzamacabra ], Kristoph Gavin [ myscarsmiles ]
WHAT: Rhode looks for some safety with the only person she trusts.
WHERE: Kristoph's house
WHEN: After this.
Walking into Kris' house felt strangely like entering a ghost town. Perhaps it was her own mood, or the absence of a greeting from the owner. Either way, the chill of the entry hall sent a shiver down her spine, a sting in the palms of her hands. The bandages didn't do much to remind her to stop moving them, and she had a feeling she'd manage to reopen the cuts enough to leave a set of scars she wouldn't have an easy time getting rid of.
Rhode muttered something about tea to Sebastian, more from habit than anything else, pushing some hair into her face as she made her way up the stairs. If it were longer, she'd have an easier time hiding her expressions now. It wouldn't be so easy for Sebastian or anyone to see what she was thinking.
It wasn't something she could fix, now.
The broken vase at the top of the stairs made her pause, a feeling of dread setting in as she realized who must have destroyed it. Her calm Kristoph... It was hard to imagine, really, but then again she hadn't seen him in any state but his passive calm. She stepped over the shattered pieces with care, footfalls quiet and soft as she ventured down the hall.
This door, here. Kris' door.
Rhode took a deep breath before putting her fingers on the doorknob, turning it and pushing the door open cautiously. She didn't know what to expect on the other side of this wall- She had a feeling it wasn't something she would find entirely comforting, though.
WHAT: Rhode looks for some safety with the only person she trusts.
WHERE: Kristoph's house
WHEN: After this.
Walking into Kris' house felt strangely like entering a ghost town. Perhaps it was her own mood, or the absence of a greeting from the owner. Either way, the chill of the entry hall sent a shiver down her spine, a sting in the palms of her hands. The bandages didn't do much to remind her to stop moving them, and she had a feeling she'd manage to reopen the cuts enough to leave a set of scars she wouldn't have an easy time getting rid of.
Rhode muttered something about tea to Sebastian, more from habit than anything else, pushing some hair into her face as she made her way up the stairs. If it were longer, she'd have an easier time hiding her expressions now. It wouldn't be so easy for Sebastian or anyone to see what she was thinking.
It wasn't something she could fix, now.
The broken vase at the top of the stairs made her pause, a feeling of dread setting in as she realized who must have destroyed it. Her calm Kristoph... It was hard to imagine, really, but then again she hadn't seen him in any state but his passive calm. She stepped over the shattered pieces with care, footfalls quiet and soft as she ventured down the hall.
This door, here. Kris' door.
Rhode took a deep breath before putting her fingers on the doorknob, turning it and pushing the door open cautiously. She didn't know what to expect on the other side of this wall- She had a feeling it wasn't something she would find entirely comforting, though.