Daud's found a better sheath. It's almost like the one he had back in Dunwall, actually, and his blade is a reassuring weight against his hip.
As he's made a habit of he's making his way down to the courtyard in the gardens to strike at nothing, and to scan the castle for any way to escape. The pull of the void is strong, here, and he's started the makings of a shrine that he always seems to find no matter how the castle's arranged itself, but the Outsider has so far refused an audience.
Bastard.
Daud doesn't quite make it to the courtyard. Instead, he sees a small body coiled up under the cheery heads of sunflowers.
Frisk is in for a surprise when they wake. Daud, cross-legged and a few feet away from them with a book open in his lap. Ports of Call, it is, dog-eared and well-loved.
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sunflower kid feat. old man
Date: 2017-07-06 06:54 am (UTC)As he's made a habit of he's making his way down to the courtyard in the gardens to strike at nothing, and to scan the castle for any way to escape. The pull of the void is strong, here, and he's started the makings of a shrine that he always seems to find no matter how the castle's arranged itself, but the Outsider has so far refused an audience.
Bastard.
Daud doesn't quite make it to the courtyard. Instead, he sees a small body coiled up under the cheery heads of sunflowers.
Frisk is in for a surprise when they wake. Daud, cross-legged and a few feet away from them with a book open in his lap. Ports of Call, it is, dog-eared and well-loved.
"I was wondering where you'd gotten off to."