I point towards the bedside stand. There had been an object in his pockets - two, actually. I'd stuck them there because there was noplace else to put them. "Is that it?" I ask.
If he isn't delusional, or even if he is, I might be putting myself at a disadvantage. But then again, I have my sword and my brush.
I reach for the ropes and start working him loose. I know he's not going anywhere.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2012-05-16 06:58 pm (UTC)If he isn't delusional, or even if he is, I might be putting myself at a disadvantage. But then again, I have my sword and my brush.
I reach for the ropes and start working him loose. I know he's not going anywhere.