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mattersverymuch) wrote2013-08-20 05:30 pm
mattersverymuch) wrote2013-08-20 05:30 pm
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[It's been so many years since the marquis was young that he'd almost forgotten what it was like. He had been so small, ill-fed and underweight, and so easily broken. Which, really, explains a lot about what he's become - none of which he particularly wanted explained to the Barge as a whole.]
[To distract himself somewhat from this unfortunate reality, he has begun work on a compendium of stories, as he has nothing else to do with his time. Much of his work is done in the library, but much is also done in the CES, which becomes, variously, an abandoned city in a mishmash of styles, a thick, temperate, and foggy hardwood forest, and a riverside. He works mostly from memory and attempts comprehensiveness, though his writings as late veer toward tales of the trickster.]
[To distract himself somewhat from this unfortunate reality, he has begun work on a compendium of stories, as he has nothing else to do with his time. Much of his work is done in the library, but much is also done in the CES, which becomes, variously, an abandoned city in a mishmash of styles, a thick, temperate, and foggy hardwood forest, and a riverside. He works mostly from memory and attempts comprehensiveness, though his writings as late veer toward tales of the trickster.]
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[He knows the traps too well. Anyway, if anything, it's a trap for the marquis himself.]
[He looks at Dean innocently.]
Going swimming?
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He doesn't want to know and he doesn't care, and he holds the rocks up as if to prove his point.]
Yeah, sure, I just thought I'd fill my pockets up with stones first to challenge myself.
I don't swim. [Except for how, metaphorically speaking, he always does. Except for how, when he has to, he will.]