Richard, King of Windor (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ledbythewind) wrote2011-03-21 11:59 pm
ledbythewind) wrote2011-03-21 11:59 pm
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[Accidental Voice/Action] (afternoon of the 21st)
[Richard didn't initially realize what day it was when he woke up. In fact, it didn't even occur to him until he checked the calendar, at which point it hit him like a ton of bricks.
A year.
He's been in Luceti for one whole year now. And how much has happened during that year... some of the happiest and saddest moments of his life have occurred here, in this little village. A part of him wonders how his kingdom is doing back at home, what will await him when he returns... and then his thoughts drift to the news he received from Asbel the other day, that Sophie and the others are now here as well. There's a lot to think about, most of which he's already spent days agonizing over. Right now, he just needs a break and the chance to clear his head, which means aimless wandering.
Said wandering takes him past the item shop; on a whim, he decides to enter it, just to take a look around. A violin on a shelf catches his eye-- that's not something he'd been expecting to see. How long has it been since he last played? More than a year, at least. Yet something urges him to pick it up, so he does, heading out of the store and to a place where he can be alone... or so he thinks.
He settles himself under Ammy's cherry tree and takes it out to practice, not realizing that the wind has blown his journal open and it's now picking up everything.
His playing is shaky at first as he readjusts to the feel of the instrument, but soon a lovely, sad melody will be issuing over the journals to anyone who may happen to be listening in.]
(OOC: Tags to come in the morning, and just as a warning, my notifs are still all wonky. 8|)
A year.
He's been in Luceti for one whole year now. And how much has happened during that year... some of the happiest and saddest moments of his life have occurred here, in this little village. A part of him wonders how his kingdom is doing back at home, what will await him when he returns... and then his thoughts drift to the news he received from Asbel the other day, that Sophie and the others are now here as well. There's a lot to think about, most of which he's already spent days agonizing over. Right now, he just needs a break and the chance to clear his head, which means aimless wandering.
Said wandering takes him past the item shop; on a whim, he decides to enter it, just to take a look around. A violin on a shelf catches his eye-- that's not something he'd been expecting to see. How long has it been since he last played? More than a year, at least. Yet something urges him to pick it up, so he does, heading out of the store and to a place where he can be alone... or so he thinks.
He settles himself under Ammy's cherry tree and takes it out to practice, not realizing that the wind has blown his journal open and it's now picking up everything.
His playing is shaky at first as he readjusts to the feel of the instrument, but soon a lovely, sad melody will be issuing over the journals to anyone who may happen to be listening in.]
(OOC: Tags to come in the morning, and just as a warning, my notifs are still all wonky. 8|)
[Action]
... Why are you hurting us?
[Action]
[He can't understand why Asbel doesn't understand that he's doing this for their own good. Just looking at Sophie right now makes him feel like a monster; knowing that part of what happened was due to Lambda's influence doesn't make that guilt go away. He'd willingly gone along with the being's wishes, after all.]
[Action]
I put myself in harm's way for your sake. You're my friend, after all... So I'll gladly put my life on the line without hesitation, because the life of my best friend is worth that much to me!
[Action]
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[And for a moment, that sick feeling of betrayal rises in his stomach again and he has to force it down, because no, this isn't like back then, that wasn't a real betrayal and you know it, you're BETTER than that now. Aren't you?
He isn't sure, and that's part of what's upsetting him the most.]
[Action]
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Unable to support his weight any longer, his legs give out, depositing him roughly on his knees yet again, a painful reminder of the way he had been the last time they... before everything had truly started to begin.
Why are they looking at him? Why are they watching?]
[Action]
Richard, are you alright?
[Action]
Richard? Are you okay?
[Action]
Yes, I'll be fine.
[And up goes that protective facade again, and he doesn't even look at the two of them, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground.]
[Action]
But... You collapsed! How can you say you'll be alright?
...Come on, we need to get you back to your house.
[Action]
So she stands up, and moves a few steps away to give them room. ]
[Action]
[He lets Asbel half-lift him without protest, taking the briefest comfort from the other's warmth and solid form against his own before pulling away just enough so that their bodies aren't touching.]
[Action]
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[Not that he really thinks anything can be done; he knows his sleeping habits are horrible - always have been whenever he was worried - and he knows that Asbel knows that too after finding him out on that bridge at Dale's manor.]
[Action]
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