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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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David returned the bow with one so deep, so extravagent, it mocked the Spade he had been and the one he talked to now.
"Don't let me keep you, figlio. You never have before." Sarcasm was so easy, and maliciously self-deprecating humor had always been there. He just used to keep it to himself.
A flourish as he stood, and hard pride shone in his eyes as he straightened. He might be broken now, but damned if he'd let the child he'd raised think him weak.