[ PERMANENT. ] a (k)atch-all log for kenos

[dawnlord]

WHO: Set ( redsoil ), Bondrewd ( dawnlord ), Drizzt ( twohand ), et. al
WHAT: i actually can't stand month-by-month logs so i'm gonna crush my boys into one perma-log for anything outside of events
WHERE & WHEN: Listed in comment headers, or under the cut.
WARNINGS: General warnings for violence, vulgarity and unethical science. Will update/comment with warnings!


I struggle so hard w/ month-by-month logs, so y'all have to deal with my weird organization...

— [MARCH | SET] GOT NO SHAME, GOT NO PRIDE

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[twohand]

Perhaps you do not think you need it, but you deserve to be cared for.

[ In that, he truly believes. Not simply because Liem is helping him in a difficult, confusing time, but because he is alive and worthy of being treated with compassion and care. He steps up, noting no immediate danger, to enter the man's eyeline again and finds the strangeness of his eyes soothing. Drizzt's own eyes were alien among his people, pale and stained with a blue sheen that had left the natural red a sweet, soft lavender instead.

With the brush of his fingers, he seeks to halt Liem in a quiet gap within the cavernous maze, close to the surface. The warmth of Springstar's suns can be felt here, heating the stones in a way that feels so very much like coming home after so long. ]

You were very kind to me, and I will always remember that.

[ The words of a man who has not known kindness save for in small, rare patches among faithful, loyal friends. ]

I do not think of what you did as a service, but if you must — I will definitely seek to show you the same consideration that you have shown me.

[sterngaze]

[Liem becomes more at ease as they leave the activity of the Last Dance behind them and traverse the quiet maze of abandoned tunnels beneath Springstar’s surface. Away from the glowing mushrooms of Kowloon and the dim lamps illuminating the tunnels just outside it, the complex of twisting passages is almost completely dark, but the blackness and the silence are a welcome reprive after the press and crowds of earlier. Liem does not miss the ease with which his companion navigates, either, as the dark of that maze swallows them up.

He stops when Drizzt does, turning to look at the smaller man directly, pale eyes flashing, animal-like, in the low light barely filtering from down the passage behind them.]

You are deserving of care also, is that not so?

[This man’s philosophy is a kinder one than his own, Liem feels. He cannot recall ever meeting a stranger and, knowing almost nothing about them, deciding that they deserved to be cared for. By whom? Whose responsibility should that be? It is a charitable notion, he thinks, and would be more appropriate within the churches of the Dawnflower or the Eternal Rose than in his own patron’s. But Drizzt Do’urden seems to believe in it.]

Consideration is not meant to just be paid back, but rather paid forward. I hope you find the people you are looking for.