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A prison for Shifters
[Surprisingly for very few people actually familiar with Devon, her attitude regarding food rationing and obeying rules in general left her in a holding cell. She'll be there for a while - so if you're concerned about her feeling sad or lonely, by all means come visit!
Extra consideration: Devon's amplifier is gone so no Shifter shanenigans or summoning armor this time. At a first glance, she doesn't look too concerned about this, or pretty much anything at all. Too busy leaning against a wall opposite to the entry door.]
Extra consideration: Devon's amplifier is gone so no Shifter shanenigans or summoning armor this time. At a first glance, she doesn't look too concerned about this, or pretty much anything at all. Too busy leaning against a wall opposite to the entry door.]
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He'll keep it in mind. Though, that has nothing to do with it. You see... [The silver eye sparkles with a subdued mirth.] He's frightened because for the first time since he was... ah, created... he feels something other than complete disgust for the world.
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[This is not a question.]
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[Sounding surprised there, Devon? Maybe slightly...]
Most people dislike me the more they know about me. Or the more they think they know...
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[His voice is a calculatedly neutral tone.]
He and I don't get along usually, but we both agree on some things; neither of us has any pretensions of knowing anything about the real you. I think that might be part of why he likes you.
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Whether it is fear of affection, he can feel however he wants about me. The same applies to you - and everyone else.
[Does this rambling go anywhere? After a pause, Devon adds another thought to the melting pot.
To be forced to coexist with another being, whom you dislike. Surely you know this sensation well. And so do I.
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Hmph. You interest me... we'll have to see where that leads in time. As for the rest, it isn't a feeling I've grown acclimated to. If anything, there's often things I discover about him that I continue to hate. But...
[Is that a look of pain? In the dark, it's hard to tell.]
I don't think losing him would be any relief; I'd feel like half of me was always missing. So as much as I disdain his existence, living without him seems like an even worse fate, in its own way.
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[This is when Devon would usually say something about Stockholm Syndrome. But something Allelujah said makes her think deeply for a change.]
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I don't know what else to say, so I guess I'll be seeing you around. How long will you be in the brig?
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Once I step outside, you will know.
[That sounded rather ominous.]
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Until then. IF you're here long enough, I may stop by and say hello.