ɪᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴊᴜꜱᴛ. like a true vessel, landon was born to be his perfect fit; and now, he was walking the earth in a proper body, no longer a pit of mud or a golem. No. Landon’s eyes become his as he walks around the school, absorbing the change of the world, the brightness when he finds the headmaster’s office. alaric. landon’s voice calls, like a plead but no one can hear him speak but Malivore.
The golem turns to see Hope, his eyes open wide for a moment. the tribrid, the one thing that can destroy him; standing before him. Did she even knew, that Landon was trapped on his own mind? Dying? Would that break her heart enough to beg him to rip it out? Instead, it takes but a second for him to mimic Landon’s voice. “Uh, hey. . .what’s going on?” There are missing batches on his memory. Things he isn’t aware. The merge, he recalls hearing the dark!witch whose magic brought him. “You alright?” He even mimics the worried glint as he walks, not many would tell that his eyes had changed to a slightly deeper green.