These Half Truths You're Telling Me [Closed]
Characters: Rory and Hex
Content: Rory extracts an aforementioned favor from Hex, and traps him in a lecture in the process.
Setting: Library, second floor bathroom
Warnings: Possible razorburn?
It was hard to believe the water wasn't red here, too, for the way it caught such dreadful hues, all the reflections of their misery as Rory carried the bowl to what remained of the public bathroom. Settling it in the sink so as not to tip over, his own thoughts were reflected there as well, the glint of a memory in the glassy surface, the rippling shape of a myth and his own efforts wasted.
Red water...
His lips turned down in a frown, and he turned on his heel quickly, fleeing the minute horror that had darted across his face, the fear he would've seen in the cracked, dirty mirror. Hands shoved into his pockets, they fidgeted roughly there with the coarse materials he would be bringing to Hex to transmute. Considering what he'd witnessed with the net, Rory had guessed at just how close to exact the objects would have to be, and luckily, it appeared that Hex had much more leeway with his method of alchemy than Rory did in his work.
He strode quickly down the hall, stirring up a barely perceptible rush around him in the stagnant air. He guessed at Hex still piddling around downstairs with the others since they'd returned. One thing Rory would always find convenient was that Hex's meandering at least kept him nearby, and he was almost guaranteed to keep himself close to others.
"Hex," he called from the landing, lingering there until he had the chimera's attention.
Content: Rory extracts an aforementioned favor from Hex, and traps him in a lecture in the process.
Setting: Library, second floor bathroom
Warnings: Possible razorburn?
It was hard to believe the water wasn't red here, too, for the way it caught such dreadful hues, all the reflections of their misery as Rory carried the bowl to what remained of the public bathroom. Settling it in the sink so as not to tip over, his own thoughts were reflected there as well, the glint of a memory in the glassy surface, the rippling shape of a myth and his own efforts wasted.
Red water...
His lips turned down in a frown, and he turned on his heel quickly, fleeing the minute horror that had darted across his face, the fear he would've seen in the cracked, dirty mirror. Hands shoved into his pockets, they fidgeted roughly there with the coarse materials he would be bringing to Hex to transmute. Considering what he'd witnessed with the net, Rory had guessed at just how close to exact the objects would have to be, and luckily, it appeared that Hex had much more leeway with his method of alchemy than Rory did in his work.
He strode quickly down the hall, stirring up a barely perceptible rush around him in the stagnant air. He guessed at Hex still piddling around downstairs with the others since they'd returned. One thing Rory would always find convenient was that Hex's meandering at least kept him nearby, and he was almost guaranteed to keep himself close to others.
"Hex," he called from the landing, lingering there until he had the chimera's attention.