ADAM
Adam was pretty goddamn down in the dumps, to put it lightly.
Not only had he come back as a half-dead robot vampire without any tastebuds, he'd broken up with his husband, been rejected by the girl he'd been sort of in love with for years, was covered in awful moulting hair from ignoring his curse and now it was raining like the end of the world outside.
His face was permanently fixed in a grumpy eye-rolling annoyance. Especially as he and Pet had set up together in the corner of the Advocates, and he didn't feel good kicking him out, so Adam was now sleeping just sort of anywhere on the floor of the Slagveld. He had been going to get a place, but it turned out what he thought was 'just going to be a little bit of rain' was actually a big fucking deal and now he couldn't leave.
Sliding down the wall with a huff, arms crossed and legs sticking out, Adam looked the picture of sulking immaturity. He'd grown a lot in the last years, but right now? With itching palms and a huge loneliness in his chest he was trying to ignore? He felt like that lost, annoyed teen with the cut up face again - only this time, he couldn't do mountains of cocaine about it. Out into the room, he groaned, a long sound best represented as: "Uuuuuugggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Not only had he come back as a half-dead robot vampire without any tastebuds, he'd broken up with his husband, been rejected by the girl he'd been sort of in love with for years, was covered in awful moulting hair from ignoring his curse and now it was raining like the end of the world outside.
His face was permanently fixed in a grumpy eye-rolling annoyance. Especially as he and Pet had set up together in the corner of the Advocates, and he didn't feel good kicking him out, so Adam was now sleeping just sort of anywhere on the floor of the Slagveld. He had been going to get a place, but it turned out what he thought was 'just going to be a little bit of rain' was actually a big fucking deal and now he couldn't leave.
Sliding down the wall with a huff, arms crossed and legs sticking out, Adam looked the picture of sulking immaturity. He'd grown a lot in the last years, but right now? With itching palms and a huge loneliness in his chest he was trying to ignore? He felt like that lost, annoyed teen with the cut up face again - only this time, he couldn't do mountains of cocaine about it. Out into the room, he groaned, a long sound best represented as: "Uuuuuugggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
If you hear the call of arcane lore,
Your world shall rest on Earth no more
Your world shall rest on Earth no more
