http://cheevy.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] cheevy.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2007-02-22 10:20 pm

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Here is a Miniver. He's out of the infirmary, but one might say... not exactly looking spectacular.

He's sprawling more or less in a booth. Possibly he ended up here stopping to rest on his way to his room and forgot to move again. Or something.

There's a little enchanted model dragon skulking around the table and apparently trying to boil the glass of water a rat deposited on the table at some point, which is being ignored in favor of a book, which Miniver is sometimes reading, and sometimes staring off into space distractedly.

Come say hi to the recovering alcoholic.

[identity profile] hysteriaprone.livejournal.com 2007-02-23 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Think of it as a get well present."

Roderick smiles as he points to the cover.

Canterbury Tales, of course!

And, if Miniver takes a look inside, he will see that it is a very old book.

[identity profile] hysteriaprone.livejournal.com 2007-02-23 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Roderick sits slowly, placing his mug of tea onto the table with the utmost care.

"Not bleeding anymore," he says, arms unbandaged and hidden under his black robe. "How're you feeling?"

[identity profile] hysteriaprone.livejournal.com 2007-02-23 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
"I do know," Roderick says, expression sympathetic. "I want to thank you, though."

He pauses to take a sip of his tea, a moment to gather his thoughts.

"Speaking with you made me feel... better."

[identity profile] hysteriaprone.livejournal.com 2007-02-23 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
This makes Roderick smile. "It's not that," he says softly. "I suppose it made me realize that I'm not the only one suffering here."

[identity profile] hysteriaprone.livejournal.com 2007-02-23 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
After some long moments of staring into his tea, Roderick speaks, voice extremely quiet -- almost a whisper.

"My sister and I were very, very sick. She far moreso than I -- she suffered from catalepsy. Have you heard of it?"

[identity profile] hysteriaprone.livejournal.com 2007-02-23 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
"The disease itself is a mockery of death," he explains solemnly, focusing on his tea once more.

"I -- when I began to fall extremely ill and Madeline's fits began to get worse, I called upon an old friend of mine to visit in the hope that he would lift my spirits. During his stay, I was certain Madeline had finally passed on."

The steam coming off of the liquid seems to be burning his eyes, as they are beginning to tear.

"She had not, and I, without so much as a second thought, had placed her living in our family tomb. The day after, I knew something felt wrong. I could hear her, but I thought it was only my grief playing tricks on my mind."

He sighs, breath pushing the steam in all directions.

"She made her way out of the tomb, eventually, and came in search of me. When I saw her I was sure I was looking upon a ghost, but as I felt her throw herself upon me, I knew what I had done. It killed me. Just before it all went black, I heard cracking -- the house was shaking, and -- I found myself here."

[identity profile] hysteriaprone.livejournal.com 2007-02-23 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
It takes some effort, but eventually Roderick is able to tear his gaze from the mug to look at Miniver, eyes wet.

"It's alright."

He'd like to think that she's finally passed on, but -- deep down inside, he knows something is very wrong.

Reaching for the napkin he brought with his tea, he dabs his eyes.

[identity profile] hysteriaprone.livejournal.com 2007-02-23 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Roderick tenses out of habit, but reminds himself that this man is a friend, and sighs softly.

"More than the earth loves the sun it so depends upon."

[identity profile] hysteriaprone.livejournal.com 2007-02-23 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Roderick does not have much color to his cheeks as it is -- the pallid shade hs turns at Miniver's suggestion is at least twice as pale.

"I hope not," he says, voice almost trembling. "As glad as I would be to see her again, I -- I'm not sure that would be the best thing. She's been haunting me since I got here, I -- no, no."

[identity profile] hysteriaprone.livejournal.com 2007-02-23 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
"I've tried to face her, in my dreams, my visions, but they always turn so horrible --"

He begins to shake, just a little.

"But -- thank you, Miniver. It is a comforting thought to know that I finally have someone I can turn to."

[identity profile] hysteriaprone.livejournal.com 2007-02-23 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
With a shaky hand, Roderick lifts the mug to his mouth and takes a few slow, soothing sips of the warm liquid.

"One dream left me so terrified I didn't leave my room for nearly two weeks."

[identity profile] hysteriaprone.livejournal.com 2007-02-23 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
"I hadn't really spoken to anyone. I had conversations with some, but -- I suppose they weren't memorable enough?"

He says that with a small, almost rueful smirk.

"It is of no matter, though."

[identity profile] hysteriaprone.livejournal.com 2007-02-23 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
Roderick can't help but smile.

"Thank you, Miniver. You're a true friend."

Not like that jerk he invited over! That coward! He ran. He didn't even stop to sort through the rubble! Bastard!

That was entirely the mun.