[Discord has been busy, as he told Salieri he would be. He's visited a couple of rooms, gathered the items he thinks he'll need and... well, and then some. It's not like him to overprepare this way, but this isn't something he'll get a do over for.
Not that it's something he can really fail at, if he tries hard enough. It's just not something he thought would even be possible for him, let alone something he'd want to be doing.
...No, want is a strong and extremely incorrect word. There is no wanting involved. There was, in the band room. A lot of wants that he turned away from, consciously has chosen to leave behind. One selfless move to make up for himself.
So, when Salieri enters the library, he'll notice... several odd things, a number of candles illuminating the space enough for him to see it all clearly. A large piece of dark cloth, from the costume room, lying on the ground. The glint of a knife -- a familiar one, Salieri's own -- currently held in Discord's hand.
As Discord himself just has it turned on himself, idly moving it inches away from his chest, squinting down at it with some amount of confusion. Almost looking like he's... trying to figure out angles.]
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cw suicide imagery/discussion/etc. starts here
Date: 2021-06-29 10:16 pm (UTC)Not that it's something he can really fail at, if he tries hard enough. It's just not something he thought would even be possible for him, let alone something he'd want to be doing.
...No, want is a strong and extremely incorrect word. There is no wanting involved. There was, in the band room. A lot of wants that he turned away from, consciously has chosen to leave behind. One selfless move to make up for himself.
So, when Salieri enters the library, he'll notice... several odd things, a number of candles illuminating the space enough for him to see it all clearly. A large piece of dark cloth, from the costume room, lying on the ground. The glint of a knife -- a familiar one, Salieri's own -- currently held in Discord's hand.
As Discord himself just has it turned on himself, idly moving it inches away from his chest, squinting down at it with some amount of confusion. Almost looking like he's... trying to figure out angles.]