11-12-2017, 11:43 AM
Ned is half-way through another insulting thought when the bellowing crash of a Verbena voice reaches across the space, through the feral haze and dripping persistence of the resonances lingering here and into Ned's guts. The Orphan gives a tiny little
"Urk"
Before collapsing to the ground with his eyes screwed tightly shut and his body in the smallest of balls. If one were expecting something smarmy or witty or outright talkative out of him while the Doc rushes to and fro in search of answers and the two Verbena go wandering off in different directions, they would be disappointed. The world is pain and fire right now and Ned is at the centre of it.
Eventually though, all that is left in the room is the Orphan in his tight ball, waiting for the pain to die away and poor William in his disconnected state. Ned has to physically and consciously unclench everything wincing as several muscles protest in the process. He climbs onto all fours and reaches out for one of the cakes. Then, the air febrile and vicious still, he drags it over toward William and settles down beside the young Hermetic.
Ned sucks in a calming breath, which comes out as a shudder. He's staring at the space where the Ritual once was. His hand digs fully into the cake, ruining the presentation and he smears some on his cheeks getting the palm full of treat into his mouth. For good measure, he wipes a little frosting and cake bit on William's upper lip to let the smell of the baked goods clear his sinuses.
Happy Halloween, everyone.
"Urk"
Before collapsing to the ground with his eyes screwed tightly shut and his body in the smallest of balls. If one were expecting something smarmy or witty or outright talkative out of him while the Doc rushes to and fro in search of answers and the two Verbena go wandering off in different directions, they would be disappointed. The world is pain and fire right now and Ned is at the centre of it.
Eventually though, all that is left in the room is the Orphan in his tight ball, waiting for the pain to die away and poor William in his disconnected state. Ned has to physically and consciously unclench everything wincing as several muscles protest in the process. He climbs onto all fours and reaches out for one of the cakes. Then, the air febrile and vicious still, he drags it over toward William and settles down beside the young Hermetic.
Ned sucks in a calming breath, which comes out as a shudder. He's staring at the space where the Ritual once was. His hand digs fully into the cake, ruining the presentation and he smears some on his cheeks getting the palm full of treat into his mouth. For good measure, he wipes a little frosting and cake bit on William's upper lip to let the smell of the baked goods clear his sinuses.
Happy Halloween, everyone.