[ oh, Rand. oh, you sweet, sweet boy. oh... you sweet, sweet, foolish boy. what have you wrought...
Abel is nudging the door open at around the thirty minute mark, a paper bag underneath an arm as he pokes his head into the common area, making sure that nothing has been disturbed or, as previously mentioned, on fire. refreshing! it isn't!!! wonderful news.
so he comes in properly (much more quietly than he left) before making his way to the bedroom, and on the way
he might
spot the sword hilt sitting unobtrusively and innocently in the living room.
...a pair of footsteps approach the bedroom door much more slowly than before. heavy footfalls come closer, and then closer still. the door creaks... slowly ajar to permit the tall figure of a man to be seen, bag still clasped under his arm and old-fashioned glasses curiously catching the light just right to leave the lenses gleaming. ]
Rand.
[ Rand... al'Thor. ]
I don't suppose you sustained some sort of permanent brain injury I should know about. Just out of idle curiosity.
no subject
Abel is nudging the door open at around the thirty minute mark, a paper bag underneath an arm as he pokes his head into the common area, making sure that nothing has been disturbed or, as previously mentioned, on fire. refreshing! it isn't!!! wonderful news.
so he comes in properly (much more quietly than he left) before making his way to the bedroom, and on the way
he might
spot the sword hilt sitting unobtrusively and innocently in the living room.
...a pair of footsteps approach the bedroom door much more slowly than before. heavy footfalls come closer, and then closer still. the door creaks... slowly ajar to permit the tall figure of a man to be seen, bag still clasped under his arm and old-fashioned glasses curiously catching the light just right to leave the lenses gleaming. ]
Rand.
[ Rand... al'Thor. ]
I don't suppose you sustained some sort of permanent brain injury I should know about. Just out of idle curiosity.