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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.]
We shall see. B|
"Where we like, generally. Piper's got a spot by the stove. Juliette's got the stables. I tend to like my tree." See? That big pretty one. His best friend. "But the good ones tend t' have beds and couches for us when we're quite freezing."
And he got her a lovely, undelivered birthday gift, too. /sigh
Did he really have to let them help him? He'd work out that sleep pattern. Somehow. "I always thought it was something like that."
Made him think his dislike of buildings was going to get worse. The side-effects of Jokerdom.
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Jokers didn't grow up dreaming of being Jokers. Jokers were forged, for one reason or another. The intuition came out along with the blossoming into the role.
"Welcome to it, my beggar king."
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Well. He had always been rather single-minded about the Spades. Perhaps, now, his side obsession would take precedence. It seemed so very much more important than the damaged Suit.
"You're too kind, my lord." David dipped the sarcastic, sweeping bow he'd given Ethan, the very extravagance making the gesture a mockery of court manners.
And as a King, he'd thought he didn't have a sense of humor.