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I don’t think I can draw a non-distressed Apollo, it’s physically impossible))

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Autumn can be a little... possessive over things he thinks to be his, be they objects, or people.

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“I get up, put on the light

Dreading the oncoming night

Scared to fall asleep and dream the dream again”

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Autumn with a turtleneck and glasses /////////

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okay but, Apollo as Reinhardt though :V

OOC: No problemo, they’re on the list now as Reinhardt :0

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Spellbreaker

Magic is a funny thing.  People can see it differently, use it differently, feel it differently.  It reflects the individual using it,  like a warped mirror.  But more often than not, the taste of another’s magic reveals insight into their minds, their personalities, inseparable, as though chiseled into the most durable of stones, written on the cloth of reality.  And so they felt my approach.  The couple, knowing each other, yet not at all.  The boy, still young, yet filled with hope and despair in equal measure, knowing that responsibility is his curse.  The girl, strong willed and brash, but caring, confused, not knowing where she is or the manner of how she got there.  I taste the residue of magic radiating off of her.  Grey.  Unknowing.  Without flavor or personality, simple, crude.  And so in turn she felt me.  A chilling breeze, carrying the scent of dying leaves, a cold you feel deep inside, a wind that would kill the summer.  Confusion on their faces.  They thought themselves alone in their comfort, but such emotions invite predation, like a flame to the moth.

They cry out as I seize her.  The spell is easily broken, but it’s removal leaves its mark, a mental fissure that feels the way shattered glass sounds.  The boy challenges me.  Pleads for her safety.  Ironically enough, he’s the one I’m here for.  A broken soul in progress.  I tell him that there is nothing he has that I cannot take away.  I tell him in no uncertain terms that his soulmate is gone by my hand and will never come back.  His rage and sorrow are palpable of the air and I drink deep of it.  I take my leave, promising a quick return.  

POMME’S M!A HAS BEEN NEUTRALIZED.

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