*lounges across a divan in a manner that exudes boredom, flipping through a book as if he is only touching it because the other things he can think of to do with his hands would not be suited to a public enviorment*

*sits, curled up in a chair like a little kid, a open book on his knees* *quietly reads, with the air of someone trying to distract themselves from their own thoughts* *other distraction would most likely be welcome*

( Private, save perhaps for Nolo, because when does he keep things from Nolo? )

Ingoldo has never been a boisterous person, but this morning he seems even more withdrawn than usual. He does not regret the events of the last evening, and yet there is still something about it that is quietly painful. However, even worse than that is the staggering fear that overcomes him when he wakes alone, and he dresses quickly, before going ( Read more... )

( This Never Happened. Really. We swear. The slashers are lying. )

*wakes groggily to find himself in a warm, but unfamiliar bed, yet this is only because he almost never sleeps* Wha- *apparently the brew of Arkady's had kept him asleep for quite a while, because the sun has already risen outside his window* *only winces once in pain as he sits up, questioningly fingering the bandaging of his left arm*