A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow. ~Charlotte Brontë
Who: Leopold and Annie, open to others
What: an encounter between friends
When: Thursday morning
Where: Room 310
Status: In progress
Warnings: none so far
Leopold is not the most patient of invalids. If the wound were in a more convenient location, he would be up exploring the house or at least pacing, but as it is he can hardly move without pulling the stitches in some way, wrenching the torn muscle, or both. So the morning finds him arranged awkwardly in bed, dividing his attention between the journal and several sheets of paper.
He is not in the best of moods. Inactivity does not suit him, and he has no clear answer in his own mind or from anyone else as to how he is still suffering the effects of a wound inflicted in a dream, or how Sam’s stitches and surgery, also accomplished while everyone was asleep, are still present. Questions about the dreams continue to plague him, preventing him from concentrating on anything for very long.
Restless and exhausted, he is more than a little afraid of sleeping after what has happened to everyone, not that he would admit this. Longing for some of the books from his library at home, or someone interesting to talk to. Something to eat would not be unwelcome, either.
What: an encounter between friends
When: Thursday morning
Where: Room 310
Status: In progress
Warnings: none so far
Leopold is not the most patient of invalids. If the wound were in a more convenient location, he would be up exploring the house or at least pacing, but as it is he can hardly move without pulling the stitches in some way, wrenching the torn muscle, or both. So the morning finds him arranged awkwardly in bed, dividing his attention between the journal and several sheets of paper.
He is not in the best of moods. Inactivity does not suit him, and he has no clear answer in his own mind or from anyone else as to how he is still suffering the effects of a wound inflicted in a dream, or how Sam’s stitches and surgery, also accomplished while everyone was asleep, are still present. Questions about the dreams continue to plague him, preventing him from concentrating on anything for very long.
Restless and exhausted, he is more than a little afraid of sleeping after what has happened to everyone, not that he would admit this. Longing for some of the books from his library at home, or someone interesting to talk to. Something to eat would not be unwelcome, either.