Everything you ever were- It was nothing but an illusion to those who saw you. The world you slipped into now is not the homeland you chose. It is not the place you were once from. Your bones are aching, your soul is tired and you look like a lost and frightened child in a world full of blood and terror. You were not a broken boy always. There was a fate that was better than the bones you now shook in. Upa closes his eyes, tiredness seeping into his core. Being on the run made everything in you hurt, made everything in you ache. He swallows and catches his teeth on his lower lip, he’s shaking. He’s trembling. There’s nothing left to go back to, nothing but a raised hand and a knife in the ribs. He looks worse than he feels, a type of numb in his bones. Ra had done a number on him before he had escaped into a portal. This wasn’t even his homeland. He didn’t have his family here, only the magic woven to create a name here. To be what the humans were here. He breathes in the deserts sands here. It’ has a taste like his homeland but is not Bhor. “Fuck.” He mutters leaning on an abandoned home, he’s not quiet sure. His throat is dry, he just wants water, and he wants sleeps. A little rest won’t hurt him, no one is going to find him, not when he doesnt even know where he is. @huckleberrytm / for what i mentioned on our phone call.













