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HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLEEEEE

[bathroomgirl0024]

I wish my character becomes canon one day or something lmao

[theaberrantarchaeologist]

Disastrous

Being well-known had both its perks and downsides. It was such an odd thing, being famous. The public watched each and every move you made. They knew if you were engaged. If you cheated. They knew if you had a lover or were changing professions. They knew all but they didn't mind. It was nothing more than an 'oh did you hear?' But when something bad happened...that's what they wanted to hear about. Who did what are they in jail were they injured? These thoughts raced around a particular archaeologists mind as his breakfast was brought in a tray by a white-clad woman. He had only been conscious for but a few hours now, and that still wasn't completely truthful. There were so many drugs pulsing through his system he was still somewhat drowsy, but at least competent enough to understand what was going on around him. And when the paper was handed to him and he saw a picture of decrepit ruins just found a few days prior...well he wasn't surprised to find his name smack dab in the middle. 'You're lucky to still have a leg.' They had said. 'Lucky if he walks again' nurses mumbled. 'Quite a handsome fellow, isn't he?'-- oh wait. That one wasn't important, but it had been the first thing he heard when he began to stir since that accident, that god awful accident. He was an archaeologist. After the events of the Azran, well, he had gone back to his job. His job was to search these dilapidated ruins find their secrets. It wasn't uncommon some bricks would fall, large stones. They were thousands of years old. But never had he expected the entire burial chamber to collapse. Now Desmond was a strong man. Always had been. But for the first time in possibly... Well the first time ever, he had found himself scream. A scream filled with nothing but pure pain. Soon after that, everything went black. He had awoken to a nurse fretting over something or another (he was too drowsy to clearly remember anything) and she was rather surprised to find him wake. She had left and he remembered peering around and trying to settle himself in the--bed; he was in a bed, that he was laying in. He couldn't move his leg...and after two crimson orbs met with a blurred white figure, he knew exactly why. The throbbing in that limb as well as in his head seemed even more apparent then before, and then the doctor was scurrying in to explain the situation. And here he was now, sitting in a London hospital, sipping some coffee and reading the news, skipping that dreaded article of course. Who cared? He would be back and out there in no time. ...it seemed that realization had not dawned on this man just yet. This wasn't something he could recover from easily. It was a bad injury for someone in their youth let alone a man his age... But denial was so much easier than what was to come.

[hae-queen]

Keo

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