08 . family drama

[necrolord]

Who: necrolord, Gideon, Harrow, Paul; Oscar, Ruby, Ozpin, maybe Qrow and Ange; possibly others.
What: Some kids robbed a lich and got their hands melted off. The fallout is messy.
When: April, following the party, network post, and Oscar's log.
Where: Bone House & Clockhouse

Content Warnings: Marked as needed. Note all the usual warnings of this character.

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THE DINNER

[necrolord]

THE SLEEPOVER

[necrolord]

FOR GIDEON

[necrolord]

FOR HARROW

[necrolord]

[ This has been a long time coming.

When Harrow arrives— she always comes when he summons her, always folds herself neatly into the chair across from his, always humors his tea tray and conciliatory glass of water— she may well realize that something is different, this time. God is in one of his melancholy moods, which are varied and almost universally horrible. This one is sweetly nostalgic, his gaze drifting to some great inward distance, contemplating something that never rises near enough to the surface to make out.

It's probably not reassuring when he diverts them from talk of necromancy, only a little ways into the visit, and begins with: ]

And how are things with the others?

AT BONE HOUSE

[peripheries]

[The house is quiet and he doesn't like it. The silence makes everything feel sterile, lifeless, like the SEELE facilities when everyone left. Or his solitary room at NERV. He could play the piano to feel the space but... he doesn't feel like it. He's got a bad case of "teenage ennui".

Also, he's hungry. Which is new. He often eats when others eat but he rarely feels hungry. But now, his stomach is twisting furiously in its demand for food. Perhaps something to do with a slight but noticeable gain in height and broadening of slim shoulders.

So now he sits backwards on a chair, staring down the rice cooker as if he could force it to cook faster by sheer will. Yes, all he's making is rice. He doesn't know how to do much else other than use vending machines.]