A tall, blonde, skinny young man walks along the amphitheater floor. His face has two scars running down his cheeks. His steel grey eyes are hard with grief and regret. At his hip is a sword in its sheath.
Luna cautiously walks over to him
Thomas doesn't seem to notice them, focused on what infront of him at the moment.
They look at what's in front of him
Three training dummies stand there, all decapitated and gutted.
They put a hand on his shoulder
He jumps slightly and turns to look at them.
They look concerned
"Whaddya need Luna?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A tall, blonde, skinny young man walks along the amphitheater floor. His face has two scars running down his cheeks. His steel grey eyes are hard with grief and regret. At his hip is a sword in its sheath.
Luna cautiously walks over to him
Thomas doesn't seem to notice them, focused on what infront of him at the moment.
They look at what's in front of him
Three training dummies stand there, all decapitated and gutted.
They put a hand on his shoulder
He jumps slightly and turns to look at them.
They look concerned
"Whaddya need Luna?"
"Just wondering if you were still going to go through with your plan"
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I am lost with a direction I am failure and perfection Without grace, but I am tired Of walking life like it's a wire
A tall, blonde, skinny young man walks along the amphitheater floor. His face has two scars running down his cheeks. His steel grey eyes are hard with grief and regret. At his hip is a sword in its sheath.
Luna cautiously walks over to him
Thomas doesn't seem to notice them, focused on what infront of him at the moment.
They look at what's in front of him
Three training dummies stand there, all decapitated and gutted.
They put a hand on his shoulder
He jumps slightly and turns to look at them.
They look concerned
"Whaddya need Luna?"
"Just wondering if you were still going to go through with your plan"
"Do I look like it?" he says, snapping a bit.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A tall, blonde, skinny young man walks along the amphitheater floor. His face has two scars running down his cheeks. His steel grey eyes are hard with grief and regret. At his hip is a sword in its sheath.
Luna cautiously walks over to him
Thomas doesn't seem to notice them, focused on what infront of him at the moment.
They look at what's in front of him
Three training dummies stand there, all decapitated and gutted.
They put a hand on his shoulder
He jumps slightly and turns to look at them.
They look concerned
"Whaddya need Luna?"
"Just wondering if you were still going to go through with your plan"
"Do I look like it?" he says, snapping a bit.
"The last time I saw you like this you tried to kill me so I don't know"
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am lost with a direction I am failure and perfection Without grace, but I am tired Of walking life like it's a wire
A tall, blonde, skinny young man walks along the amphitheater floor. His face has two scars running down his cheeks. His steel grey eyes are hard with grief and regret. At his hip is a sword in its sheath.
Luna cautiously walks over to him
Thomas doesn't seem to notice them, focused on what infront of him at the moment.
They look at what's in front of him
Three training dummies stand there, all decapitated and gutted.
They put a hand on his shoulder
He jumps slightly and turns to look at them.
They look concerned
"Whaddya need Luna?"
"Just wondering if you were still going to go through with your plan"
"Do I look like it?" he says, snapping a bit.
"The last time I saw you like this you tried to kill me so I don't know"
"No Luna. I'm not going through with my plan." he mutters.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A tall, blonde, skinny young man walks along the amphitheater floor. His face has two scars running down his cheeks. His steel grey eyes are hard with grief and regret. At his hip is a sword in its sheath.
Luna cautiously walks over to him
Thomas doesn't seem to notice them, focused on what infront of him at the moment.
They look at what's in front of him
Three training dummies stand there, all decapitated and gutted.
They put a hand on his shoulder
He jumps slightly and turns to look at them.
They look concerned
"Whaddya need Luna?"
"Just wondering if you were still going to go through with your plan"
"Do I look like it?" he says, snapping a bit.
"The last time I saw you like this you tried to kill me so I don't know"
"No Luna. I'm not going through with my plan." he mutters.
"Okay. now what's wrong?"
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I am lost with a direction I am failure and perfection Without grace, but I am tired Of walking life like it's a wire
"Whaddya need Luna?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Just wondering if you were still going to go through with your plan"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
"Do I look like it?" he says, snapping a bit.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"The last time I saw you like this you tried to kill me so I don't know"
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I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
"No Luna. I'm not going through with my plan." he mutters.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Okay. now what's wrong?"
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I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
"I dont want to talk about it."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I won't push then"
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I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
He nods a bit, messing with the hilt of his sword
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"so where have you been?"
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I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
"In the ancient lands." he murmurs.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I don't know where that is"
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I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
"Greece."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"what did you find out there?"
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I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
"That i had to go to Rome..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"and what was in rome?"
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I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
"Something i do not wanna talk about."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"ok"
(brb)
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I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
Thomas paces nervously.
*kk*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Are you waiting for someone"
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I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire