Post by Yuu Kanduet on Oct 20, 2011 19:33:42 GMT -5
It was a miserable day outside, just a bit shy away from being cold and unpleasantly wet. The rain in and of itself was terribly depressing to the young Greenrider who was forced to remain indoors and stare morosely at the long since cold cup of klah in his hands.
D'isk was tipping the cup back and forth to watch the dark liquid slosh about in the cup leaving a dark smear of drink behind on the cups walls before slowly fading away. Usually D'isk was a bit more unfocused and jittery, and it was a bit odd to see him sitting there with shoulders drooping as he stared into a drink he had no intention of actually ingesting.
A brief moment passed when D'isk's hands stilled and he looked up for a moment to run his gaze over the other inhabitants of the Weyrhall, but soon his neck bowed again under the heavy weight of his head and he began swirling his drink once more.
The thoughts that ran through D'isk's head weren't any cheerier than his current actions. As it had been since the Holdless attack, D'isk's entire thought process revolved around the battle for the Weyr. He had told himself he had broken ties with them when he Impressed, but Shard it! Some of the younger ones had been his friends. Not all the Holdless were bad. Most of them just had some serious baggage.
An image of Tiivar flashed across his thoughts and D'isk desperately shook his head to be rid of it. The exuberant man had been D'isk closest friend growing up. They had both been born in the camp around the same time and were once as close as brothers.
It was an accident. I didn't mean to.
D'isk had swung out of reflex. He hadn't known who it was approaching him from behind, and he had lashed out, slashing the gut of the would be attacker.
I'm so sorry. It was an accident.
Did that really matter? Tiivar had been the enemy. Former relations aside, D'isk would have had to fight the other man any way.
Not like that, not like that. I would have made it quick.
The death had been a slow one. Nothing vital had been cut, but the wound had been too deep to stop the bleeding. Tiivar had stumbled back, his lax fingers releasing his weapon as he scrabbled desperately at his mid-section. Usually D'isk would have ended it then, made sure the person didn't suffer for longer than they had to, but...
I couldn't do it. He was my friend, my brother. I couldn't move. I watched him die, slowly, suffering the entire way, begging me to end it. I just couldn't.
Sometime during his internal agony, D'isk's hands had stopped moving. Instead they were trembling violently. Fearful of dropping his drink, the Greenrider placed the klah on the table and folding his hands together so he could control their shaking.
It was an accident...
D'isk was tipping the cup back and forth to watch the dark liquid slosh about in the cup leaving a dark smear of drink behind on the cups walls before slowly fading away. Usually D'isk was a bit more unfocused and jittery, and it was a bit odd to see him sitting there with shoulders drooping as he stared into a drink he had no intention of actually ingesting.
A brief moment passed when D'isk's hands stilled and he looked up for a moment to run his gaze over the other inhabitants of the Weyrhall, but soon his neck bowed again under the heavy weight of his head and he began swirling his drink once more.
The thoughts that ran through D'isk's head weren't any cheerier than his current actions. As it had been since the Holdless attack, D'isk's entire thought process revolved around the battle for the Weyr. He had told himself he had broken ties with them when he Impressed, but Shard it! Some of the younger ones had been his friends. Not all the Holdless were bad. Most of them just had some serious baggage.
An image of Tiivar flashed across his thoughts and D'isk desperately shook his head to be rid of it. The exuberant man had been D'isk closest friend growing up. They had both been born in the camp around the same time and were once as close as brothers.
It was an accident. I didn't mean to.
D'isk had swung out of reflex. He hadn't known who it was approaching him from behind, and he had lashed out, slashing the gut of the would be attacker.
I'm so sorry. It was an accident.
Did that really matter? Tiivar had been the enemy. Former relations aside, D'isk would have had to fight the other man any way.
Not like that, not like that. I would have made it quick.
The death had been a slow one. Nothing vital had been cut, but the wound had been too deep to stop the bleeding. Tiivar had stumbled back, his lax fingers releasing his weapon as he scrabbled desperately at his mid-section. Usually D'isk would have ended it then, made sure the person didn't suffer for longer than they had to, but...
I couldn't do it. He was my friend, my brother. I couldn't move. I watched him die, slowly, suffering the entire way, begging me to end it. I just couldn't.
Sometime during his internal agony, D'isk's hands had stopped moving. Instead they were trembling violently. Fearful of dropping his drink, the Greenrider placed the klah on the table and folding his hands together so he could control their shaking.
It was an accident...
