Marsh || Steel Inquisitor (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
myironeyes) wrote2014-01-16 09:44 am
myironeyes) wrote2014-01-16 09:44 am
Entry tags:
- apprentice pie person,
- big brother is watching,
- brighteyes bros,
- brood brood cluck cluck,
- lineface twin powers activate,
- look kel he totally has friends,
- marsh did not sign up for this,
- mind control is the worst thing,
- projecting like a dollar theater,
- skewers sadface mcgee,
- when did he acquire so many chicks,
- zane is totally stitch
Hedgeturtle Senior is mostly right-side-up again
[Public text + open spam, the afternoon of Iris's reunion with her bus]
There is fresh pie in the Dining Room.
[Or anyone could encounter Marsh in the stairwells or in the Dining Room itself, appearing in a stern swish of black shrouds to drop them off, one each, steaming slightly, at neat intervals. He needed to do something with his hands, and for once sewing felt insufficient.]
[Private to Kelsier, after Erik's post]
Will you go?
[Spam for Nathan, backdated to about 30 minutes after the joysplosion from Iris's bus.]
[He's not sure what he needs, except quiet, somewhere he can mark out the boundaries of himself, by walking them, in unspoken pain again, somewhere he can be alone among the pieces of his mind without being alone. So he goes to Nathan, and he knocks.]
[Private separately to Ben, Touko, Riddick, Zane, and Sylvanas, a few hours after, around midmorning]
Do you require anything?
[Which means, are you alright? Checking in on everyone he knows has a history or particular fear of mind control, excepting Arthas, who was publically disgruntled but otherwise fine, and Alpha, who Marsh still hasn't really forgiven, and probably never will.]
[Spam for Iris]
[Later, he finds the sticky note. That evening, in neat, tiny inked handwriting, he replies on the back with a verse from a lullaby.]
I
Sing to us, cedars; the twilight is creeping
With shadowy garments, the wilderness through;
All day we have carolled, and now would be sleeping,
So echo the anthems we warbled to you;
While we swing, swing,
And your branches sing,
And we drowse to your dreamy whispering.
[The adhesive is faded and on the wrong side anyway; he leaves it on the floor just outside her door.]
There is fresh pie in the Dining Room.
[Or anyone could encounter Marsh in the stairwells or in the Dining Room itself, appearing in a stern swish of black shrouds to drop them off, one each, steaming slightly, at neat intervals. He needed to do something with his hands, and for once sewing felt insufficient.]
[Private to Kelsier, after Erik's post]
Will you go?
[Spam for Nathan, backdated to about 30 minutes after the joysplosion from Iris's bus.]
[He's not sure what he needs, except quiet, somewhere he can mark out the boundaries of himself, by walking them, in unspoken pain again, somewhere he can be alone among the pieces of his mind without being alone. So he goes to Nathan, and he knocks.]
[Private separately to Ben, Touko, Riddick, Zane, and Sylvanas, a few hours after, around midmorning]
Do you require anything?
[Which means, are you alright? Checking in on everyone he knows has a history or particular fear of mind control, excepting Arthas, who was publically disgruntled but otherwise fine, and Alpha, who Marsh still hasn't really forgiven, and probably never will.]
[Spam for Iris]
[Later, he finds the sticky note. That evening, in neat, tiny inked handwriting, he replies on the back with a verse from a lullaby.]
I
Sing to us, cedars; the twilight is creeping
With shadowy garments, the wilderness through;
All day we have carolled, and now would be sleeping,
So echo the anthems we warbled to you;
While we swing, swing,
And your branches sing,
And we drowse to your dreamy whispering.
[The adhesive is faded and on the wrong side anyway; he leaves it on the floor just outside her door.]
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