| OOM: Sometimes, Raven is a little less than kin and more than kind |
[Jan. 9th, 2007|02:02 am] |
Raven is, perhaps, often found in the rafters.
It allows him to see much.
He is a curious bird, after all.
And sometimes--sometimes hurt is not particularly instructive.
Which might be why he is waiting for Moiraine as she reaches the first landing on the stairs.
Hopefully she is of a mind to notice him before she hits his chest face-first. |
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| Upstairs |
[Sep. 27th, 2006|12:45 am] |
Raven is sleeping.
It is a thing that happens, on occasion.
Usually, however, with fewer crumbs.
And no hot chocolate.
Perhaps he is not really sleeping. |
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[Nov. 30th, 2005|12:26 am] |
Raven's room is dark and still.
There is a pair of boots by the door, and a pair of socks on the back of the chair. There is a dreamcatcher tossed, perhaps haphazardly, perhaps not, onto the chair.
On the dresser, a stuffed chibi!Nyarlathotep sits in all its red-glittered glory.
There are no mice.
Though Raven is stirring, faintly. |
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| OOM: In Raven's room |
[Nov. 14th, 2005|12:27 am] |
There is a sparkly perch in the corner.
Raven is sitting on it, sleeping.
All is peaceful.
You can practically feel the quiet. |
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[Nov. 5th, 2005|01:51 am] |
Long after Raven has finished his cigarette, he returns to his room.
It should be a quiet space.
Things should be messy, but just as he left them.
Instead, there is the sound of breathing, and a pyro/cheetah curled in the middle of his bed.
He is less surprised than he should be.
"Ace."
She can probably hear the smile in his voice. |
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| OOM: In Raven's room |
[Oct. 20th, 2005|12:33 am] |
It takes Raven a long time to climb the stairs, even with Ace's aid.
He leans against the wall as she opens the door, and almost trips over a chair on his way to the bed.
Then he stands there, staring idly at the blankets, one finger rubbbing back and forth over the material. |
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[Jul. 15th, 2005|10:30 pm] |
[Millitimed to the morning of July 19]
Inside Raven's room, all is quiet.
There is a dark coat slung over a chair, which itself is sitting in a haphazard fashion in the middle of the floor. A pair of boots rests by the door, and a scattering of shiny bits and pieces is strewn on the dresser.
On the bed, Raven is sleeping, one hand flung above his head. One of his feet hangs off the side of the bed, bare toes peeking out from under the covers. |
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[Jul. 5th, 2005|02:23 pm] |
Raven is seated, crosslegged, on the floor. There is a large chunk of fine clay beside him, as well as a putty knife, and several other instruments.
Incense is burning, and he has laid patterned ribbons in a neat star shape around him.
He is waiting for aid.
This is as far as he can go alone. |
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