10 ◈ voice + private

[characterdefect]

Horatio's in a coma. [He sounds sort of surprised by this. Almost upset.] What do you do with the body, exactly?

[And, somewhat later:]

When we're all done arguing with each other, there's copies of Porphyria's Lover [ooc; cw graphic violence] in all of the common rooms. I think maybe everybody could use a distraction.

[Even if it is, in its own small way, his commentary on what's been going on.]

private } iris

Bet I can drink you under the table. [A calculated challenge. He's been paying attention.]

spam } syo

[He finds her in the library. Of course he does. Lost in the stacks somewhere, ostensibly restocking shelves. He can tell it's her and not the other one, because he has this preternatural way of sensing a glare about to come his way.]

Hey. What are you up to? [Like they're best friends. Which they definitely are.]

private } hannibal

Next time you invite me to a dinner party, can we bring some napkins or something?

[He's fine. It's fine. Just. Messy.]

Comments

[voluntaryapnea]

Poetry about murder. Gee. What a fantastic distraction.

[characterdefect]

I detect a touch of sarcasm.

[voluntaryapnea]

Good call.

[characterdefect]

Feel free to suggest something else.

[Poetry about not-murder, or something.]

[voluntaryapnea]

"Canis Major" by Robert Frost.

[characterdefect]

You know, I never really liked Frost.

What do you like about it?

[voluntaryapnea]

[He's not surprised.]

It puts things into perspective.

[characterdefect]

About your place in the universe?

[voluntaryapnea]

Exactly.

[characterdefect]

You need a poem to reassure you about your place in the universe?

[voluntaryapnea]

Reassure? No. Remind once in awhile? Yeah.

[characterdefect]

Not sure I understand the difference.

[voluntaryapnea]

Reassuring's about removing fear. Reminding is about memory.

[characterdefect]

So you have no insecurities about your own significance.

[voluntaryapnea]

I think most people do from time to time.

[characterdefect]

Then what reassures you?

[voluntaryapnea]

My friends. My dad.