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capeandcowllogs2012-12-12 09:29 pm
foreshadower) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-12-12 09:29 pm
Over the laws of light
WHO: The Shade and Sherlock Holmes
WHERE: SHADOWY PLACES AND THEN ELSEWHERE?
WHEN: Tuesday night!
WARNINGS: Bastards.
SUMMARY: Shadow walkers meet and Shade is a mentor or something?
FORMAT: Tagger's Choice, paragraph to start!
The Shade, as the name would elude, preferred darkness. The way even the smallest, most innocent of things could appear sinister, the way shadows were long, the way the chill would spread out and into everything. The lack of light didn't bother him, of course. He was of shadow, of course he liked the dark. Thanks to that odd little accident so long ago had left him with this, but he enjoyed it.
Stepping into the shadows was so easy, slipping into something that wasn't like the shadowlands he had back in his world, but he could still step into them, the comforting, eerie silence. The kind of silence that was truly silent. So silent that one could hear their heart beat, and Shade would, if he had a heart that still beat.
Which he didn't, of course, but that was beside the point. Poetry was important to make the point.
But it was always quiet in the shadows, even his cane didn't tap against the surface that he was walking on, if it even existed.
WHERE: SHADOWY PLACES AND THEN ELSEWHERE?
WHEN: Tuesday night!
WARNINGS: Bastards.
SUMMARY: Shadow walkers meet and Shade is a mentor or something?
FORMAT: Tagger's Choice, paragraph to start!
The Shade, as the name would elude, preferred darkness. The way even the smallest, most innocent of things could appear sinister, the way shadows were long, the way the chill would spread out and into everything. The lack of light didn't bother him, of course. He was of shadow, of course he liked the dark. Thanks to that odd little accident so long ago had left him with this, but he enjoyed it.
Stepping into the shadows was so easy, slipping into something that wasn't like the shadowlands he had back in his world, but he could still step into them, the comforting, eerie silence. The kind of silence that was truly silent. So silent that one could hear their heart beat, and Shade would, if he had a heart that still beat.
Which he didn't, of course, but that was beside the point. Poetry was important to make the point.
But it was always quiet in the shadows, even his cane didn't tap against the surface that he was walking on, if it even existed.