|Sagramore (petitmorte) wrote,|
@ 2009-08-07 22:00:00
Sagramore is bleeding again, which should not especially come as a surprise to anyone--he gets into a lot of fights, a lot of battles over honour or girls or trivial things, and loses a little more often than he wins; even when he does win he usually ends up bloodied or bruised. This time it's his nose and a small, deep wound in his shoulder, right between his breastbone and his arm, and the latter is leaking profusely.
He's in his room, mopping up with a fistful of his bed linens, his teeth gritted against the pain. It looks like a murder's taken place, what with his bloodstained tunic thrown over a chair in one corner, his washbasin full of red water, and the damp blankets pulled up to his body. The chief indication that he's alive, however, is the fact that he's swearing profusely and unprintably in a mixture of English, Hungarian, and Turkish.
If there were wallpaper, it would undoubtedly be curling.