Soul -1 || Accidental Video || A most auspicious return
[The Pcd feed flickers on to show a figure dressed in white pajamas hunched over on the ground. There is a near familiar shock of silver hair, but it is interrupted by a bandage around his head. His face is hidden as his body is doubled over on the ground.
For a long moment he stay like that doubled over before finally lifting his head. Silent tears run down his face, bandages interrupting the pathway of the tears. His head is bandaged, and his neck too.
Hazel, for it is Hazel though rather worse for wear, brings his arms up to his chest. Clutched tightly in white knuckled hands that shake ever so slightly is a bandanna of Saffron and green. An ever familiar bandanna if you knew the lord bishop. Again he bows his head, leaning forward until his forehead rest on slightly bent knees. Hazels bare feet rest on the cold ground, and a shudder racks his body, but there is no sobbing, just the constant shiver to hint at what emotion Hazel might be feeling.
However one word makes it past his silent grief, one word, a name, said with such grief, bitterness and despair.]
Gat...
[Hazel does not lift his face again and shivers on the ground, unmoving, uncaring, grieving.]
((VERY IMPORTANT NOTE
This journal is supposed to Happen TOMORROW JULY 28th. Due to some Confusion on my part it was posted a Day early. AND SO ANY and ALL Comments to this journal Today are Forwardated to Tomorrow. Many apologies for the inconvience I have caused. *bows* ))
For a long moment he stay like that doubled over before finally lifting his head. Silent tears run down his face, bandages interrupting the pathway of the tears. His head is bandaged, and his neck too.
Hazel, for it is Hazel though rather worse for wear, brings his arms up to his chest. Clutched tightly in white knuckled hands that shake ever so slightly is a bandanna of Saffron and green. An ever familiar bandanna if you knew the lord bishop. Again he bows his head, leaning forward until his forehead rest on slightly bent knees. Hazels bare feet rest on the cold ground, and a shudder racks his body, but there is no sobbing, just the constant shiver to hint at what emotion Hazel might be feeling.
However one word makes it past his silent grief, one word, a name, said with such grief, bitterness and despair.]
Gat...
[Hazel does not lift his face again and shivers on the ground, unmoving, uncaring, grieving.]
((VERY IMPORTANT NOTE
This journal is supposed to Happen TOMORROW JULY 28th. Due to some Confusion on my part it was posted a Day early. AND SO ANY and ALL Comments to this journal Today are Forwardated to Tomorrow. Many apologies for the inconvience I have caused. *bows* ))