i know what i’m doing here, i swear // @magicfordummies
Now, “sneaking into the Vesuvian palace with a bounty on your head is a terrible idea” is how most people would react when presented with such a scenario as being the one and only Dr. Devorak. Logically, you would want to keep your profile low, and far away from the Countess who would do anything for your head on her dinner plate, right? Well, when you lack any sense of self preservation and have downed a healthy handful of your sisters favorite beer, terrible ideas turn into seemingly terrific ones.
That was the current predicament Julian found himself in, one leg caught in the branches of a strikingly tall, exotic bush in the palace garden. Ilya was certain anyone within a mile radius could hear him cursing himself, upside down and struggling to pull himself upright enough to unhook the sticks and leaves from his pant leg. Maybe if he were more sober, he would have cared a little more, but at the moment this plant was his mortal enemy and he would say whatever he wished to strike it down.
If this was how he was going to get captured for his crimes, fuzzy minded and flailing about and fighting a bush of all things, then at least he could laugh at his own idiocy in the afterlife.
One last tug, and the fabric tore itself free with a rip, Julian himself landing with an odd crunch that he could address later. Amidst further curses and rants, a soft, familiar hum filled his ears from an awning one story above him.
“Ryn?” The name hisses past his lips in somewhat of a forced whisper, rolling over to push himself onto his elbows. If he was wrong, then well that would be the icing on the cake of this extremely well thought out plan going awry, but not much he could do about that now. Act now think later, and all that.
