( He's not supposed to be here, not one of them, certainly not ever. Not anyone, and yet they are, and the boy's restless with it, the infectious thrum of his energy, pacing back and forth and back and forth on the docks, holding up his carved fox mask with both hands to avoid it slipping free.
As he passes, wooden planks rot, then revive fresh and new beneath his feet, any missing pieces materialising before he can threaten to slip in. Hands still reach for him, some clawing, some soothing, only to dissolve carelessly, falling just short of touch.
He sees Wrathion, or feels him. Of course an unwanted person would be double unfortunate and come close, to boot. )
...have you brought my umbrella back? ( Well, hold on. ) The Miss took it. She needed it, but I need it more. She... she stole it.
→ wrathion
( He's not supposed to be here, not one of them, certainly not ever. Not anyone, and yet they are, and the boy's restless with it, the infectious thrum of his energy, pacing back and forth and back and forth on the docks, holding up his carved fox mask with both hands to avoid it slipping free.
As he passes, wooden planks rot, then revive fresh and new beneath his feet, any missing pieces materialising before he can threaten to slip in. Hands still reach for him, some clawing, some soothing, only to dissolve carelessly, falling just short of touch.
He sees Wrathion, or feels him. Of course an unwanted person would be double unfortunate and come close, to boot. )
...have you brought my umbrella back? ( Well, hold on. ) The Miss took it. She needed it, but I need it more. She... she stole it.