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 let it burn You're no longer my concern Faces from my past return Another lesson yet to learn
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 let it burn You're no longer my concern Faces from my past return Another lesson yet to learn
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 let it burn You're no longer my concern Faces from my past return Another lesson yet to learn
"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"
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You're no longer my concern
Faces from my past return
Another lesson yet to learn
"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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You're no longer my concern
Faces from my past return
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"No Luna. I'm not going through with my plan." he mutters.
Ye old creator of characters
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This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Okay. now what's wrong?"
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"I dont want to talk about it."
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"I won't push then"
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He nods a bit, messing with the hilt of his sword
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"so where have you been?"
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"In the ancient lands." he murmurs.
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"I don't know where that is"
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"Greece."
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"what did you find out there?"
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"That i had to go to Rome..."
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"and what was in rome?"
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"Something i do not wanna talk about."
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"ok"
(brb)
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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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