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Fifth Grain of Sand ◊ Leather
Oct. 3rd, 2010 05:55 pmWarnings: Mention of blood
Effects: [Optional] Any feelings Dastan has during this dream (drunkenness, pain, slight anger, hangover and peace/happiness)
Privacy: Public
( We can conquer anything together, all of us are bonded forever. If I die you die that's the way it is )
[The Prince wakes up, barely, and rolls over in his bed. The sheets slip slightly, showing off his back, as well as the scar running through his skin. Each scar has a story, after all. When he opens his eyes, his gaze catches the leather armor resting on a chair by his bed. He can't help but smile, at first fondly and then a bit sadly. Gods, he's even starting to miss his brother Garsiv.]
Effects: [Optional] Any feelings Dastan has during this dream (drunkenness, pain, slight anger, hangover and peace/happiness)
Privacy: Public
( We can conquer anything together, all of us are bonded forever. If I die you die that's the way it is )
[The Prince wakes up, barely, and rolls over in his bed. The sheets slip slightly, showing off his back, as well as the scar running through his skin. Each scar has a story, after all. When he opens his eyes, his gaze catches the leather armor resting on a chair by his bed. He can't help but smile, at first fondly and then a bit sadly. Gods, he's even starting to miss his brother Garsiv.]
