he taps the glass of water with a fingernail, through a tedious state which drills his manner towards unease. Circles of amber lower and the boy is frowning at his food grown cold. He has many things on his mind, you see. Not even his first and favourite restaurant Taki's can smother the constant thoughts, or images, which stain the backs of his dusky eyelids. As darkness is following him in pursuit. But not only him. The entire Nephilim community is awaiting for the destruction. And all loathe its anticipation, and the unpredictable future.
' there is great darkness coming,
it will sweep the earth with fire and
blood. even Angels will be destroyed.
lie in wait for
the city all of blood,
with towers made of bone,
and blood running in the streets. '
he sips his water, swallowing at the thickness in his throat. Words are heavy, and often rather accurate. A little something he has learnt as of late. The boy is told of warnings and preparations, but it seems neither aren't helping him, they are suffocating him. The mere notion of war has buried an agitation in the pit of his stomach, it broadens as he counts down the days. People will die. His friends, family, what prevents them from being caught in the crossfire? Nothing. Slender fingers slide the plate further forward, he sculls the remains of his water and stands to find the place almost bare. If his day wasn't already miserable. "Did I miss an emergency evacuation or something?" he asks aloud, a voice for all to hear, when really there is only one other presence he can direct the question to.
everyone else had absconded because this boy has history ; his name holds a story of many problematics. And in these times -- Jace is simply a danger to be near. "Well?"