Auden may have learned to not want to kill anything that doesn’t fit a “beautiful” mold, he does still have many judgements. He is quick to judge someone at first glance and it isn’t out of malice, just ignorance.
14. Biggest regret:
Giving someone..or should I say something a second chance that truly didn’t deserve it.15. Best kept secrets:
But then they wouldn’t be secrets XD He keeps most of his feelings toward people secret, also the fact that he’s undead and over 800 years old is pretty secret to most people.
Last thought he’s had? How badly would it hurt if I jumped off this ledge?
17. Worst romantic experience:
Jason sucks at romance. He once tried to cook dinner for the other party and lit a towel on fire.
18. Biggest insecurity:
Jason needs to be liked, and needs attention. Recently the attention part has been less but he hates being hated and he hates being ignored.Other than that, he is actually insecure about his body.
Jason shot up in bed, a gasp and a burning sensation in his left palm. The anchor he hissed, reaching to grip his wrist but his right hand found only air. His eyes darted to the space where his left hand was supposed to be….supposed to be…
oh yeah… In his brief moments of nightmare filled sleep he had managed to forget what had happened not too long ago. His eyes focused quickly in the dark, staring at his arm or lack-there-of.
The feelings and thoughts that filled him were indescribably, his brow furrowed, eyes watering a little. It was gone, but he could feel it.
He felt the pain of the anchor trying to consume the limb that no longer existed. The weight of the limb that had no mass. He wanted to pick his arm up, move his fingers and see what his mind told him he was feeling. But it wasn’t possible.. There was nothing there and he was afraid the movement would break the illusion, and everything would feel so much worse.
She coughed, gagged, on the colorful shapes that swirled around her. Hands to her throat, heart in her ears. Pressing, it was a prison now. Her vision blurred, her body trembled. No please, please not here. This was freedom. This was-
Fire licked at her skin though she couldn't see it. Heat flooded through her. Gasping, only to choke. Tears poured down her cheeks, fingers clawed at her throat.
Please no. Please no. Help. This isn't supposed to happen. This-
She started, eyes flying open with a gasp. Frost clung to the window frame, the cold seeping through the cracked wood and licking the places fire once had tasted. Hands desperate to claw out the very thing that started this, Alessa shook her head and forced her fingers to slow. Red clung to her nails, stained the cuticles a grisly pink. Fingertips flushed and worked raw.
The floorboards creaked when her bare toes touched them for only a moment before burying themselves in the supple leather of her worn boots. Fabric tugged at her features when she pulled her shirt over her head, hair heavy with knots. Gathering her cloak around her, the fabric lay sloppily in heavy folds and wrinkles.
She didn't bother to do the clasp, her still trembling fingers would ward off the cold well enough.
Eyes watched her as she passed, the empty street bathed in silver light. Leather sunk into the dirt road, stuck when she tried to pick her foot up. Alessa shook her head. Of course this wasn't going to be easy. But neither was tonight if she stayed away. She needed the warmth of her lover. Needed her whispers to chase away the screaming.
Never had her Spark become a nightmare.
But never had it caused her such heartbreak.
Her fingers paused on the cool doorknob, tested it. Then bit her lip as she turned it all the way and stepped beyond the threshold.
Her followers had been actively tailing Thalia, providing the gorgon with information on her routine. Most importantly, where she would be. And now, on the outskirts of the Kessig province, she waited.
She tapped a tree impatiently, observing the dried blood on her claw from the night before. She snorted in amusement, remembering how the man had tried to run from her.
Hearing a noise, she melted into the shadows, almost by reflex. Peering around the tree, Vraska saw Thalia approaching. Alone. She waited until the cathar passed, and slunk out of the shade, directly behind her. A tendril reached out to stop her, resting on Thalia’s shoulder.
“Excuse me.” Binki called out to the woman not to far ahead of him. His hood was pulled up onto his head and he approached her “Could you, tell me where I am?” he was worried with this question. The last time he approached someone on this plane, it didn’t go well.
ʕ • ᴥ • ʔ: what is your favorite animals ? (☞゚ヮ゚) ☞ ☜ (゚ヮ゚☜): who is someone you can tell everything to?
I fucking love all animals; bats, wolves, armadillo…gods
and Namie, asknamie, she has been my best friend for almost 10 years now. We’ve been through so much shit together and I honestly don’t know what I would do without her <3
