[size=9pt]Listen, everyone was overdramatic and ridiculous. That was Moon's stance on this whole ordeal. Thea and Onision were both dumbasses, and everyone else were bitches for making such a huge thing out of it all. Let them both tear each other apart; that's what kids do.
So Moon's a little bit surprised when he walks back into the Cleric's Hide, having been out and about under the glow of golden hour, to see a gathering of Onision's number one fans. He quirks one brow, walks to the window sill and dumps his bag there. "What's this, a wake?" comes his cynical voice as he roots through the drawers, glancing up occasionally. "Relax, Alex, it's a paper cut. You won't be reenacting Romeo and Juliet anytime soon, don't worry."
He carries poppy seeds to Onision's bed, all the same, and drops them there. Golden eyes scan his injury, assessing it for any mess he'd made of the balm in his sleep, but it seems fine. "Poppy seeds if the pain comes back. Or just poppy seeds because, poppy seeds. Who doesn't love a bed-bound high."
So Moon's a little bit surprised when he walks back into the Cleric's Hide, having been out and about under the glow of golden hour, to see a gathering of Onision's number one fans. He quirks one brow, walks to the window sill and dumps his bag there. "What's this, a wake?" comes his cynical voice as he roots through the drawers, glancing up occasionally. "Relax, Alex, it's a paper cut. You won't be reenacting Romeo and Juliet anytime soon, don't worry."
He carries poppy seeds to Onision's bed, all the same, and drops them there. Golden eyes scan his injury, assessing it for any mess he'd made of the balm in his sleep, but it seems fine. "Poppy seeds if the pain comes back. Or just poppy seeds because, poppy seeds. Who doesn't love a bed-bound high."
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: center; font-family: ; font-size: 9pt; color: COLOR; letter-spacing: -.5px;"][i][b]and die like a hero going home.[glow=black,2,300]