Giving Up (Gavin, Dragonetti)

[to-be-fated.livejournal.com]

Gavin had awoken in the Templar infirmary several days previous, and since then he had simply rested limply on the mattress. There was no sign of defiance left in him. He had been robbed of it. Lied to. Told he would be set free, and tasted said freedom, before being taken right back to his own personal hell. Even if, presently, his own personal hell did include medical care and as much oatmeal as he could eat. Which was rather a lot, considering.

( Whim )

Giving Up (Gavin, Dragonetti)

[to-be-fated.livejournal.com]

Gavin had awoken in the Templar infirmary several days previous, and since then he had simply rested limply on the mattress. There was no sign of defiance left in him. He had been robbed of it. Lied to. Told he would be set free, and tasted said freedom, before being taken right back to his own personal hell. Even if, presently, his own personal hell did include medical care and as much oatmeal as he could eat. Which was rather a lot, considering.

( Whim )

We speak of greatness that we have never been (Peter, Dragonetti, Templar)

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

Time had absolutely no meaning in a cavern so far underground that surface sounds were completely muffled by bedrock and stone. Peter was closed away from the world above, including the light, the smells, the noise...he was left with nothing but the constant, slow dripping of water in the corner of the oddly-shaped room and the dim light of two very crude lamps on either side of the locked door. The rules which governed the world above him had no meaning here. There was no day or night. No time. He had nothing, nor did he have any idea how long he had been here. It felt like forever.

( Judgment Day's Not Coming Soon Enough )

We speak of greatness that we have never been (Peter, Dragonetti, Templar)

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

Time had absolutely no meaning in a cavern so far underground that surface sounds were completely muffled by bedrock and stone. Peter was closed away from the world above, including the light, the smells, the noise...he was left with nothing but the constant, slow dripping of water in the corner of the oddly-shaped room and the dim light of two very crude lamps on either side of the locked door. The rules which governed the world above him had no meaning here. There was no day or night. No time. He had nothing, nor did he have any idea how long he had been here. It felt like forever.

( Judgment Day's Not Coming Soon Enough )