back to the present

[le_desirous]

Well, he's back. The Mansion, whether because of the plothole's disappearance, or some sadistic impulse of its own, has failed to provide dry-cleaning services, and although his skin is clean and unhurt, his clothes are absolutely soaked in dried blood and completely ruined, especially the yellow sweater. His hair and beard are longer than they

Comments

[scoffandjest]

"Jesus! What happened to you?"

(The typist may decide if Dinadan is still a pretty pretty princess.)

[le_desirous]

"What?" a little blearily. "What's the trouble?"

(XD Nahhh. Dinadan has enough to worry about.)

[scoffandjest]

"You're covered in blood, for one. You're not hurt, are you?" he asks, a little more anxiously than he'd admit.

[le_desirous]

"I don't appear to be," sitting up a little and inspecting himself. "Damn, my shirt."

[sir_palomides]

Palomides blinks. And blinks again at Sagramore's apparent not-dead-ness. "Sir?" he tries. "Are you attempting to attract vampires?"

[le_desirous]

"Ngggh?" says Sagramore, who is totally not awake right now.

[sir_palomides]

"Vampires. They drink blood, in which you appear to have smeared yourself liberally."

[le_desirous]

"Not with purpose," still slightly half-asleep.

[all_that_grace]

"There you are!" is Courfeyrac's first comment, closely followed by "Good God."

[le_desirous]

Sagramore sits up a little and wipes his eyes. "Mmm?"

[all_that_grace]

"What on earth have you been doing? Are you all right? Where were you?"

[le_desirous]

"I'm well, I promise you absolutely I'm well." Nothing hurts, anyway. And that's always a good sign.

[phedre_25]

"Elua, it cannot be!" Phedre exclaims as she sees him. She kneels by him touching his face, looking for signs of life.

[le_desirous]

Which are immediately forthcoming. He stirs, and smiles at her sleepily.

[phedre_25]

There is an audible sigh of relief, her hand pressing now to his cheek, heedless of the dirt and blood - Phedre has no qualms about such things. "Blessed be," she whispers. "I did not suppose to see your face again so soon, sweet soul." She smiles, relieved, and a small tear goes down her face. Joy and chagrin commingled, we suppose.

[le_desirous]

He laughs, still drowsy. "Jesu, lady, you do nothing by halves."

[youngandhealthy]

Molly won't come see him... but her door is open, if he wants to see sleeping!Molly.

[le_desirous]

Oh, he'll totally duck in and give her a kiss to try to wake her.

[youngandhealthy]

And, tellingly or otherwise, he does succeed. She stirs, and smiles at him as she wakes. "...sir."

[le_desirous]

"Bajos! There you are."