Mateo
"Oh my gods, me," Mateo breathes, still grinning like an idiot as he reaches for the star clinging to his shin, only for it to shatter horrifically into pieces before his eyes. The scream that leaves his throat isn't all that loud, but it's a special kind of heartbreaking, and the botanist is left on his knees holding pieces of the sun a few bits of Walking Palm, his lower lip stuck out pathetically.
"I will never know beauty like this again," he wails. "You have taken it away from me." Gazing up at Flora, he finds her haloed in kaleidoscopic colours, her features seeming to warble and settle like she's trying to shift into another person. "I didn't know you were magic," he whispers, promptly reaching for her as if expecting a hand up.
"I will never know beauty like this again," he wails. "You have taken it away from me." Gazing up at Flora, he finds her haloed in kaleidoscopic colours, her features seeming to warble and settle like she's trying to shift into another person. "I didn't know you were magic," he whispers, promptly reaching for her as if expecting a hand up.
I'm a scholar and a gentleman
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
