Jul 18, 2024
"y'know, if i had a gald for every time i saw ya wrapped up in somethin' strange, i'd be livin' a life of luxury."
familiarity was an easy bait to reel ones self into a state of moderate comfort, enough so to warrant an all-too-present level of nonchalance that fell from the tongue with trained ease.
really, now. from a likeness scrawled over posters to gifting terca lumireis a prosperous tomorrow, the young man he'd come to approach was a walking magnet for the strange and unreal. so, to come across his face after being plucked and dropped in, himself? he'd be lying to say he was taken by surprise.
"maybe that curse of yers went and rubbed off on old raven, too. leavin' me, here, without a say in the matter -- go figure!" / @darkenforcer