It's during standard post-chapel office hours, and due to the relative irreverence of Riftwatch as a whole, Brother Gideon has spent them alone as usual.
It's fair to assume he hasn't been sleeping well, with dark circles appearing under his eyes over the last few days, a restless twitch overtaking his features as though he's constantly on the verge of nodding off. It would seem that he has done so, at the moment, with his chin dropped to his chest, his eyes closed and breathing steady, his hand still lightly grasping a quill that has since blotted the parchment on which he's writing a new sermon.
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Date: 2021-10-20 07:31 pm (UTC)It's fair to assume he hasn't been sleeping well, with dark circles appearing under his eyes over the last few days, a restless twitch overtaking his features as though he's constantly on the verge of nodding off. It would seem that he has done so, at the moment, with his chin dropped to his chest, his eyes closed and breathing steady, his hand still lightly grasping a quill that has since blotted the parchment on which he's writing a new sermon.
There are a few paragraphs of it already.