C-4, I do that damage—My ego is titanic
He's been spending more time in Torchline than he expected. What started as his first trip here last season, to relieve an itch in his mind, has since become several return visits. There's a lingering too, like he's found something worthwhile among the sand and the surf.
He steps barefoot across the glittering beach, hands in his baggy black short's pockets. An angry blush full of heat slopes over his shoulders that poke out of his red tank-top—the front marks him a tourist as it reads 'TORCHLINE' in thick letters that depict a sunset. That same warm flush highlights his nose and forehead, a reverse racoon mask of white ringing his eyes, the after effect of shades that he'd since lost over the side of the boat trip here. Good thing it's night now.
He glances up at the monolith of guidance, Safrin's marks even more evident under her moonlit touch. He doesn't know her well, but something in him calls out to her again, needing that divine wisdom to soothe the parts of him that are beginning to muddle with ache and confusion. He exhales slowly, and with his breath sends a complimentary prayer up to her, and wonders about wishes on shooting stars.
He steps barefoot across the glittering beach, hands in his baggy black short's pockets. An angry blush full of heat slopes over his shoulders that poke out of his red tank-top—the front marks him a tourist as it reads 'TORCHLINE' in thick letters that depict a sunset. That same warm flush highlights his nose and forehead, a reverse racoon mask of white ringing his eyes, the after effect of shades that he'd since lost over the side of the boat trip here. Good thing it's night now.
He glances up at the monolith of guidance, Safrin's marks even more evident under her moonlit touch. He doesn't know her well, but something in him calls out to her again, needing that divine wisdom to soothe the parts of him that are beginning to muddle with ache and confusion. He exhales slowly, and with his breath sends a complimentary prayer up to her, and wonders about wishes on shooting stars.
Kaisel
I woke up in self-destruction mode—Watch me go, I'ma do it again
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
