Mar 28, 2017
@lcrrikin hit the heart for a starter
damian leans back in his chair, perfectly polished shoes resting on top of his desk. only a few more hours till he can go home, loosen his tie, pour something golden in his glass and relax. but for now, he’s trapped, like a spider in his very own web (the web he loves, at least). for the next three hours, he is at these pitiful sanctuary mages beck and call. so when a young man practically stumbles into his office, unfortunately, he can’t turn him away.
“you alright, boy? you look a little lost...or injured”
