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mayfield_rpg2012-07-30 08:42 pm
werewolfoflondon) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-07-30 08:42 pm
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second waning gibbous ☾
[action - 1485 Kramden]
[Honestly, those sword-fighting "lessons" with Crown had been far less "lessons" and much closer to "beating Remus' face in with a piece of wood." The day following had found him laying very, very still on the couch and rather wishing he were dead. Now, he's simply approaching everything quite gingerly.
Going about his daily life in excruciating pain. My, but this feels familiar. Perhaps he's simply a glutton for punishment.
Reasoning that perhaps it won't be quite so bad if he binds it, Remus has left the bathroom door cracked, and -- shirt abandoned on the floor -- is trying to work out the best method of wrapping ace bandage around all of the bruises on his badly-mottled torso. Most of his ribs and abdomen are an angry purple bruise at this point, but the shirts hide it well.
When he hears the front door, he pokes his head out of the bathroom.]
Lily? Is that you?
[action - library; later]
[Torso properly bound, Remus feels far more confident in his ability to venture out into public. Granted, cycling to the library isn't exactly comfortable, but he contents himself with the knowledge that he'll be able to barricade himself in an armchair with a stack of books when he arrives.
And that is precisely what he does.]
[Honestly, those sword-fighting "lessons" with Crown had been far less "lessons" and much closer to "beating Remus' face in with a piece of wood." The day following had found him laying very, very still on the couch and rather wishing he were dead. Now, he's simply approaching everything quite gingerly.
Going about his daily life in excruciating pain. My, but this feels familiar. Perhaps he's simply a glutton for punishment.
Reasoning that perhaps it won't be quite so bad if he binds it, Remus has left the bathroom door cracked, and -- shirt abandoned on the floor -- is trying to work out the best method of wrapping ace bandage around all of the bruises on his badly-mottled torso. Most of his ribs and abdomen are an angry purple bruise at this point, but the shirts hide it well.
When he hears the front door, he pokes his head out of the bathroom.]
Lily? Is that you?
[action - library; later]
[Torso properly bound, Remus feels far more confident in his ability to venture out into public. Granted, cycling to the library isn't exactly comfortable, but he contents himself with the knowledge that he'll be able to barricade himself in an armchair with a stack of books when he arrives.
And that is precisely what he does.]
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Don't worry about me, Lils. I've come to terms with it.
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