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"Ah--!"
The sudden burn through his face makes him stumble, dropping the books he'd been carrying. Shit... why now? Why did this happen now? He hated when the pain set in while he was around people. Ignoring it as best as possible, Aster quickly kneels to pick up what he dropped, trying to play it off.
"Ehehe... S-Sorry about that, I must've stumbled or something..."
There are heavy disadvantages to allowing himself to lose himself in the rush of a battle. One of those being the fact that he does not bother to clean himself up from such a vicious affair. The now blood coated sword hangs heavy at his side as an equally stained hand reaches up and unlocks the door, shoving it open with a draining and drawling creak that it seemed that even the hinges were wounded from mere contact with him.
“... I’m home...”
The blond’s voice is guttural, taking a moment to spit some blood onto the ground outside. He pays no mind to the crimson streaks he drags along in his wake. The staining of the door and the, thankfully, tile floor of the entryway. It was fine... those in his employ would rush behind and clean it. They would or they too risk implication in the work. His tattered shirt, heavy with the same life fluid, hangs off his form, dripping ceaselessly.
Gregory looks every bit the animal that his enemies fear him as.
"Hey, watch where you're aiming, Mack! You almost hit me!" a flutter of wings had been the only thing to get him out of the way in time. No respect these days!
The boy sits at the bar, unheeding to such things as ‘age restrictions’. It wasn’t like he was trying to drink anyhow. Instead he sits there and observes the people around him, silently taking in the sins that scream out before him. Darkness scattered like shiny bits of glass in the bed of a creek. There were many options, many potential souls in which he could take.
Slowly, the child adjusts the teddy bear in his arms and a frown pulls at his lips. No need to act rashly. A soul would prostrate itself before him eventually.
“....”
Drip, drip, drip...
How long has it been? How many times has the sun risen and fallen? How many souls have stirred in their graves? It’s hard to tell. It is a thought that only flickers like an ember within his mind before, just as quickly, it flickers out with barely a sputter of resistance. There are things that can be brought forth for consideration... but not this time. Not in this moment. The only life left being the roar of the flames as they arc upward, pleading with the sky for more fuel, never satisfied with what has been given and always wanting more.
Dark smoke smoldering, rolling in great waves upward and smothering out the view of the stars; beauty falling under the force of savagery. Blue eyes are stern under the flickering light of the fire, staring with little to no feeling. The only thing registering other than the heat of the blaze being the burn of the blood as it runs over his flesh and sags his clothes, soaked through.
There would be nothing left of this place... he’d made sure of that. Though whatever dark thoughts bubble in his mind are sharply silenced by the noise of movement, life. Immediately he turns, grip tightening upon the hilt of his sword. It could simply be a deer... or it could be something more. Something that required a quick and efficient smothering.
“ ...” he does not call. The hunter does not coo its prey.
Open, Participate, Engage, Negotiate. [O.P.E.N.] A pre-festival of ideas, The O.P.E.N. is a public engagement initiative from the Singapore International Festival of Arts (SIFA) that offers 18 days of exploration. It raises fascinating questions and offers eye-opening insights about our world and humanity. The O.P.E.N. connects you with SIFA four weeks before the opening of the Festival. It directs you to consider a breadth of issues and perspectives inspired by SIFA’s annual festival theme. Styled as a popular academy, it presents a curated selection of events through diverse platforms.
Schedule:
(from the festival guide )
official website: https://www.sifa.sg/theopen/
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*leaves a pile of things in a corner with a take me sign on them and curls up in a cocoon on her bed hiding from her nesting siblings*
