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thecapitol2016-07-18 11:35 am
ka_sera_sera) wrote in thecapitol2016-07-18 11:35 am
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Who| Roland Deschain and the Signless
What| talking and maybe brainwash stuff
Where| some random forest between districts somewhere
When| maybe a couple months after the war
Warnings/Notes| this will deal with the brainwashing the Capitol did during the war, so warnings for that
"Here, you think?" He looks around at the trees, the clearing, spends a moment in looking up at the open sky and then another moment in musing out loud. "Strange, wandering with someone who knows what it is to travel. Firo still doesn't know how to recognize a good spot to camp down to save his life."
He's not traveling with Firo at the moment, though. He's traveling with Signless. It's new, that, to be in the same space as Signless, to be able to walk up and feel the heat of his body any time Roland likes. Some wars, Roland supposes, are busy even after the fighting itself is over, and so with one bit of business and another, arrangements to make, friends to see to, this is the first time Roland's been so close to Signless in a while, the first time he's been so free to enjoy it.
And he is free to, now. No cameras, no guards. That lack feels strange, still, as if there's something he's forgetting to watch out for, although he knows he'll get used to it. He starts getting used to it now, moving closer, settling his hands on that solid waist of Signless', simply because he can. "Never really camped together in the arenas, did we? Not much, anyway, after that first time. I've barely even seen you hunt."
There's a thought that feels strange, too. Time was, he'd know that about someone almost before anything else. That he doesn't now is at least partly the product of being trapped in such a city as the Capitol for so long. That's another thing he's free to correct, now, and he means to do it.
What| talking and maybe brainwash stuff
Where| some random forest between districts somewhere
When| maybe a couple months after the war
Warnings/Notes| this will deal with the brainwashing the Capitol did during the war, so warnings for that
"Here, you think?" He looks around at the trees, the clearing, spends a moment in looking up at the open sky and then another moment in musing out loud. "Strange, wandering with someone who knows what it is to travel. Firo still doesn't know how to recognize a good spot to camp down to save his life."
He's not traveling with Firo at the moment, though. He's traveling with Signless. It's new, that, to be in the same space as Signless, to be able to walk up and feel the heat of his body any time Roland likes. Some wars, Roland supposes, are busy even after the fighting itself is over, and so with one bit of business and another, arrangements to make, friends to see to, this is the first time Roland's been so close to Signless in a while, the first time he's been so free to enjoy it.
And he is free to, now. No cameras, no guards. That lack feels strange, still, as if there's something he's forgetting to watch out for, although he knows he'll get used to it. He starts getting used to it now, moving closer, settling his hands on that solid waist of Signless', simply because he can. "Never really camped together in the arenas, did we? Not much, anyway, after that first time. I've barely even seen you hunt."
There's a thought that feels strange, too. Time was, he'd know that about someone almost before anything else. That he doesn't now is at least partly the product of being trapped in such a city as the Capitol for so long. That's another thing he's free to correct, now, and he means to do it.