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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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"It's good to be home," he said, by way of answer. He didn't know what kind of travels to say he'd been on, and couldn't really be bothered to imagine it up.
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'Hopefully' being a... bit of stretch, perhaps.
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"Then may you not have to do so again."
Because he may come back even more unhinged.
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"It's rather disappointing to be separated from one's home."
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Although she'd willingly left what could arguably be considered her original one.
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What was there to hide, now? No more position to protect, no more people looking up to him. His only job now was to keep the eyes of the Deck open and understanding.
"No one gets here without a reason. So many people here just couldn't be anywhere else, hm?" The lilt of a question, and a smile like it's a joke.
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"I tend to think so."
Knows so, as a matter of fact. She's here because Outside wasn't home.
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But there are always those who could stand to hear it.