Hannibal's house, Sunday morning
Nov. 9th, 2014 01:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sharp_as_knivesTristan still had no idea where he was, but this place wasn't too bad. He probably wouldn't call it Paradise, so he hoped it wasn't for good, but - not bad.
He pulled aside one of the drapes to look out the glass-paned window. He wasn't much of a singing type, but he found himself doing it anyway. "Sol esse lucet, nubes absunt."
No, not a bad day, he supposed.
[OOC: Yay for Black Sabbath in Latin! :D Open post for anyone who stayed the night or wants to drop by.]
He pulled aside one of the drapes to look out the glass-paned window. He wasn't much of a singing type, but he found himself doing it anyway. "Sol esse lucet, nubes absunt."
No, not a bad day, he supposed.
[OOC: Yay for Black Sabbath in Latin! :D Open post for anyone who stayed the night or wants to drop by.]
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Date: 2014-11-10 08:11 pm (UTC)You were getting a horrified, affronted Look there, Jono. Even if you didn't use a weapon, you should treat it with respect!
You were also getting a curse in an obscure dialect of a long-dead language. "Ubi es?"