impacter | TP - LOVECRAFT

[Lovecraft is trudging along the corridors, winding and waxing, and doing his best to ignore the rumors. All this undue attention is making him itch, so he's beelined to somewhere quieter, which would be...well, where the graves are.]

[He's just curled up in front of his one like a black cat in a makeshift bed, only opening up a weary eye when he hears Solomon come closer.]

What is it.

[It's rather late in the evening when Solomon drifts by the pool for the first time since their arrival. No need to really risk it when he didn't want his seals on display for the entire world to see. But that was a moot point now.

He steps in, pace pained and unsteady with shaking breath. What injuries he's gained are joined by quite a bit of new bruising now open to the air, mostly across his front and blossoming against his neck and parts of his face.

Lowering himself takes some effort. But at least for now, he gives himself a moment, dipping his legs into the water with his hands loosely wrapped against Something in his lap and his eyes following the ripples. Lovecraft had to be around here somewhere, but... maybe he could continue his search in a little bit. Just a little.]

[The Lovecraft that comss across Solomon in the rose garden is ever so slightly different - more miserable perhaps, a weight on his shoulders.]

[He regards the mage coolly, sitting in the field of flowers.]

Have you...retrieved what you have lost?

WEEK 1 DAY 1

WEEK ONE - SATURDAY POST TRIAL