ext_75387 ([identity profile] locked-holmes.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2005-08-13 07:14 pm

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Holmes is looking far better than yesterday, settled at a table near the center of the room with a glass of brandy and--perhaps not entirely suprisingly--a chess board, all simplistic white and black, with a long and rectangular box to one side. In any case, his gaze seems clearer, sharp again, and his admittedly tenuous patience with the world has been largely restored by some thirteen hours of sleep.

He may well be waiting for someone specific, writing a brief letter on a sheet of paper in the interim with precise script.

[OOC: Locked largely to Raven for chess. Characters already well acquainted with Holmes may also tag, of course.]
creator_raven: (Power is a lonely thing)

[personal profile] creator_raven 2005-08-14 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
Raven tilts his head, and blinks.
I will turn on nothing.
Between one breath and the next, the world burns.
I will take my walk in the fire.
Again.
I will sing the song I hear
coming from the fire where I walk.

And again.
I will not look into the fire.
And again.
I will stay in my room,
singing a song I can barely remember.

Made anew and destroyed by the same hand, in an almost endless cycle. Hundreds upon thousands of them go up in flames.
I will turn into the fire.
And through it all, Raven laughs—high and wild and desperate.
I will sing a song I can barely remember.
This is how it always ends.
I will bury my room in my bed
and carry my bed into the fire.

In fire.
I will not hear the song at all.
The only difference this time is the hand.
There will be my voice,
just my voice,

And then he dies.
and words that could never have been
in the song

And it is quiet.
Never again
Raven learns.
creator_raven: (Power is a lonely thing)

[personal profile] creator_raven 2005-08-14 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
Raven laughs.

"Oh, Holmes. To think that I ask for permission."
creator_raven: (Power is a lonely thing)

[personal profile] creator_raven 2005-08-14 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
Raven merely looks at him, head tilted.

"You asked, and I answered."

A breath.

"I told you before--you can see the world as I do, but it will change you, and it will hurt."

He is still quiet, and watchful.

"I gave you fair warning, and you chose. I can ask no forgiveness for what I am."
Change is a difficult thing to love.
creator_raven: (woe)

[personal profile] creator_raven 2005-08-14 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
Raven has his own priorities.

They do not, however, prevent him from gathering Holmes' chess set, and leaving it with Bar.

The black king, however, has been replaced by one of Raven's feathers.

There is a new weight in Raven's pocket.