it’s been three days. tendrils of gaudy light hang down like splotches of brown-tinted paint from above, splaying in his tangled hair in the form of shadowed cobwebs as his eyes open and close with a lethargic mien. the remnants of fingernails — stubs, bloody, bloody stubs — scrape and pick at the iron manacles which holds him in place, tawny hands dusted with splotches of rust. he takes in a breath, feeling stale air convulse in his lungs and his shoulders shake along with his chest. if anyone were near, they’d take him for a weeping child, curled in on himself with his hair hanging in his face, hunched, gawky, and small ;; so very small. the shattered concrete that makes up the ground had once been cold to the point of pain under his feet, but now it’s disgustingly warm and damp with dried sweat and it’s making him anxious — an aware lamb preparing itself for slaughter.
he could always blame everyone but himself for his current situation. after all, once new power comes along, strong and scalding and modern like the first born flame, rebellion tends to crawl out of the woodwork. regardless of the pros, there’s always a select few who only view the cons, and sometimes … sometimes, those select few can be dangerous. caesar had underestimated his senate, adorned his wreath with more than his neck could bare, and he had payed for it with the skin off of his back — though ignorance always travels hand in hand with PRIDE, and that deadly sin is nothing you can pass off as another’s fault.
henceforth, a sand-tainted ICARUS with wax still dripping scarlet off of his derma littered with burns from the sun, sits in the middle of his personal asphodel meadow, head bent forward, embracing the melancholy aura and audible scrape of metal against blister as he stews in his memoirs, thoughts of retribution and self loathing bubbling in a betrayed mind ;; until there’s a grunt, a WAVE of fresh air which has him gasping for more, and, suddenly, a figure at his side.
Crash landing away from his friends wasn't something Fen had signed up for. His landing was more of a stomach churner && he wasn't very happy when he immediately knocked out the minute he touched down. It took him a few minutes to realize WHERE he was && WHAT he was doing && WHY he was doing it. The moment he realized that his companions hadn't landed with him, he panicked. Jumping up from his spot on the ground && doing a quick double check. Ignoring the sudden lightheaded feeling that rushed to his senses, he moved around to look about his surroundings. With a fuzzy memory, his feet moved for him, no command needed. All he could recall was that they wanted to do something that he really shouldn’t have agreed to.
Note to self: Never time travel AGAIN.
Now wandering aimlessly around the foreign town, he felt his stomach growled needy for something satisfying to fill it. Time traveling must really work up an appetite (or was it his little nap that caused him to crave anything that would stop the noises?). Wherever he was, it didn't seem like he could turn the corner to nearest McDonald's && get himself a satisfying big mac. What he resulted in was using his charm to get what he most desired; lunch. Which had succeeded in him getting a few items before he was caught, cuffed, && deprived of his belongings.
His response to this act wasn't his smartest option, making everything a living hell for him. At one point, they had stolen his hearing aids, as if they were weapons or something, && destroyed them right in front of him. Silence overtaking his brain, bringing him back to his thoughts && his ALONE.
Like that totally helped his mood.
Now finished with him, they tossed him into a cell. The locks closing behind him could be felt through the floor to his hands. The scream vibrated against the walls, making him quite aware of another presence within the cell. Glancing up, he noticed that, without any effort in looking for him in the first place, Fen had found the pesky warlock him && his friends went looking for. He moved quickly to his knees as he tried to sign to his friend (would he even call him that?).
❛ can you understand me? ❜
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