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houseofcards_rp2013-03-12 08:21 pm
spysinspades) wrote in houseofcards_rp2013-03-12 08:21 pm
Home is where the Hearts are
[The Green.
After so long, so much work returning to the Deck, he hated the very land for a moment.
It had landed him in the Green. Alone, in public view, in midday, amid a swath of empty grass. It was one last petty cruelty, he thought, for the Deck to display his shame in full public view. Even the very earth of his home betrayed him like this.
David had meant to sneak in, silent as a shadow, coming through the woods.To wander halls of all four castles, to be the ghost from people's nightmares brought to life. An avenging shade to feast on their guilt. These people, who didn't even have the decency to let him die with honor and instead left him to slowly rot as a vegetable in a hospital bed.
But no. He washed his hands of that. He would... not forgive. It was too big to forgive. He would accept the reality of his situation.
He returned because there was no where else he could imagine going, and because he would make them look him in the face - his pale, gaunt face - and understand that there were consequences to the choices the made.
They should have killed him.
He wished he thought that in anger.]
Fuck.
[Walking was really his only option here, leaving him wide open to anyone catching him out.]
After so long, so much work returning to the Deck, he hated the very land for a moment.
It had landed him in the Green. Alone, in public view, in midday, amid a swath of empty grass. It was one last petty cruelty, he thought, for the Deck to display his shame in full public view. Even the very earth of his home betrayed him like this.
David had meant to sneak in, silent as a shadow, coming through the woods.To wander halls of all four castles, to be the ghost from people's nightmares brought to life. An avenging shade to feast on their guilt. These people, who didn't even have the decency to let him die with honor and instead left him to slowly rot as a vegetable in a hospital bed.
But no. He washed his hands of that. He would... not forgive. It was too big to forgive. He would accept the reality of his situation.
He returned because there was no where else he could imagine going, and because he would make them look him in the face - his pale, gaunt face - and understand that there were consequences to the choices the made.
They should have killed him.
He wished he thought that in anger.]
Fuck.
[Walking was really his only option here, leaving him wide open to anyone catching him out.]
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"He is come home again!" she caroled, clapping her hands again. "Uncle Cynric will be so delighted! And Piper-Jo too!" She tilted her head in question. "Will he be 'Uncle' David now? Will he come and go so quickly with the rest?" Meaning the other three Jokers flitting about the Deck.
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Ah, well. One must bend with the breeze.
He gently hugged back, nothing compared to her tight squeeze.
"Not the first Uncle I would be." Tactic agreement to her term. "But a more flexible one than ever before." A tap to the little Joker's nose. "Shan't ever be somewhere long enough to catch."
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"Uncles all over." A toothy grin, and her nose wrinkled to his finger-tap. Then she looked him over a bit more speculatively.
"He needs warm clothes, a bath and some apples to make him well again. Dutchie, you think so?" The horse, on cue, tossed his head and nickered. "See? Will you come?" Juliette held out a hand, fingers wiggling expectantly.
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He just wasn't sure he could let it help him as easily.
But, well. Jokers had to stick together? "Yes. To all of it." He'll just slide his hand into hers. "Lead the way, my lady~"
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"Come-come," she cajoled. "We'll go see Old Man Peterson. He has lots of warm, lots of clothes, and lots of other things to help." The stallion fell into step behind them, needing no direction to follow along.
"You can sleep in the barn with me and Dutchie, if you want. Or in Uncle Cynric's tree--I'm sure he won't mind."
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Well. Childishness might just be their own kind of neutral mask?
"I'll sleep where I sleep," and let the Deck control things just as much as it always seemed to anyway. Letting himself get dragged off after her exuberance was almost amusing, and he let himself fall into it the way he was everything else.
He wasn't King - a reminder reminder reminder - it didn't matter how his emotions swayed him. "A bridge, by the water. New days, hm?"