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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.
no subject
Drawing in the smoke from his pipe, he continued to watch him, but this time it was accompanied by the smoke, and he waved a hand to emphasize his words. ]
I hardly have a problem with sharing, but I should certainly like to keep an eye on whomever wants to share with me. Just in case. Power such as this, as I'm sure you've noticed, could so easily be abused.
[ His tone still light, it was no surprise that he spoke with confidence. After people like Culp, and yes even like himself in earlier years, he knew how easily the power could be abused. ]
no subject
So then you know people who do abuse it.
[Sherlock is certain Shade can't be talking about him. He's hardly mastered this new ability enough to make either ill or good use of it, though he isn't going to let on to that. Not in words, anyway.]
Are they here, or in your home world?
no subject
[ He says no more than that about the subject, moving on rather quickly, all things considered. At least in comparison to to the rest of his other motions, lethargic and unconcerned with the world around him. ]
And what, exactly, do you plan to do with your budding competency with such power?