// it's really bursting at the seams from absorbing everything //
As Erebos’ imagination starts to run away with him, the crafter smiles and leans against the door frame as they talk. “Sitting with his l-legs out?” He suggests, a way to have the boots sit on there without it having to be a fully standing snowman. And if they got some memory snow, chances are they could make little feet out of them. He leans forward as the youth draws a little blob of a sign in the snow, and Glas leans back and over to snag a notebook and a pencil – sketching out a little sitting snowman with his feet propped out in front of him like he’s sitting there enjoying the day.
He hands it over to Erebos with a soft smile but without any words to accompany it. Especially as he listens for the youth’s ideas for when it came to beating Marcus at what felt like, well, everything. His head tilts, nodding, though with the mention of shifts his brows rise. “I have m-magic.” He says softly.
He hands it over to Erebos with a soft smile but without any words to accompany it. Especially as he listens for the youth’s ideas for when it came to beating Marcus at what felt like, well, everything. His head tilts, nodding, though with the mention of shifts his brows rise. “I have m-magic.” He says softly.
Glas
// the spectrum's A to Z //
Feel free to use magic/force on Glas, without killing him <3
Glas has a scar on the left half of his face from the corner of his lip up the side of his face toward his ear.
