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unfinishednetwork2025-12-30 07:42 am
unsheathedfromreality) wrote in unfinishednetwork2025-12-30 07:42 am
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an aid to laundry troubles
[At some handwave-y time shortly after the closing of the Story, a note in an workmanlike cursive hand goes up on the bulletin board:]
If you need a change of clothing, I can make simple tunics and trousers that won't disappear.
Find me:
[A simple doodle of Illarion's face follows: Pointy ears, long hair, blindfold (or veil), malar stripes. Enough to go on when most of the Library is human.
It is signed below the doodle with an eye-and-feather symbol. No name.]
IC UPDATE:
[A few hours after the initial post goes up, an additional sheet of paper is appended to it:]
Payment is not necessary but if you're one of those who can make or find permanent items, you can bring one of the following:
- Fabric
- Thread or gut
- Head/round knife
- Awl
- Leathering needle
- Raising hammer
- Pliers
- Portable anvil
- Hides or leather
NO glitter. We have plenty.
If you need a change of clothing, I can make simple tunics and trousers that won't disappear.
Find me:
[A simple doodle of Illarion's face follows: Pointy ears, long hair, blindfold (or veil), malar stripes. Enough to go on when most of the Library is human.
It is signed below the doodle with an eye-and-feather symbol. No name.]
IC UPDATE:
[A few hours after the initial post goes up, an additional sheet of paper is appended to it:]
Payment is not necessary but if you're one of those who can make or find permanent items, you can bring one of the following:
- Fabric
- Thread or gut
- Head/round knife
- Awl
- Leathering needle
- Raising hammer
- Pliers
- Portable anvil
- Hides or leather
NO glitter. We have plenty.
no subject
It's as simple as -- as clarifying -- as that. It is an order he can fulfill, a purpose from a will outside his own that fits oh-so-neatly in the absence his Princes left behind.
In the gouges his King rent in his soul and mind.
I want to be in control, he'd told one of the Assistants, not so long ago. He'd thought he was done with being someone else's creature.
How wrong he was. How unsuited he was to freedom. Fear and anger -- surely those must still exist in him somewhere, surely he could harbor those, and hatred, before this clarifying moment -- had given him the will to resist other impositions for a little time, long enough to escape. But this -- but this simple command, offered with so much love, entirely undoes him.
Duty. Obedience. Something to be, that did not have to also be a broken person with his own conflicting desires, his amputated stumps of needs and wants.
It is so much easier to give up.]
I will, lord. [Said as fervently as he can manage, as a heart's-pledge requires, even if he still can't feel it.] For you, I will.
[The trembling's stopped entirely, his hands and frame steady and corpse-still once more.
The eyes haven't, leopard-spotting the silk in little rosette clusters. Spreading, but slowly.
Give him a minute to notice them.]