04-29-2018, 02:07 PM
//aka me trying to get more muse for this boy bc i love him too much to drop him uwu;;
He had spent a lot of time moping, cooped up in his room in the observatory. Most of it had been him reliving unpleasant memories, ones that kept him up in the night, his mind a swirling pit of dark thoughts. But he had soon decided that he had had enough of being sad and depressed about his situation. It was difficult to continue on with the things he knew, but he saw no good in doing nothing but isolating himself and obsessing over them. He was good at staying optimistic in the past, and there was no reason for it to be any different now.
Hughes limped out from his room, pain shooting through his body from the gruesome scar in his chest, an grimace of discomfort on his face. This brought back memories of him stumbling down the corridor of HQ, trying to get away from his attacker. But he quickly shook his head, clearing himself of those thoughts. He knew he was stronger than this--he had been through the damn Ishbal war, for Christ's sake. So he straightened his back, trying to hide the falter in each of his steps.
"Hello? Anybody around?" he said, taking a seat in the center of the observatory. The way his voice echoed through the building was definitely unsettling. "I'm Maes Hughes. Just thought I'd introduce myself, since I haven't been around much. Feel free to tell me a bit about yourselves!" he had missed knowing and joking around with people. He would have bragged and went on about his wife and daughter, too, but...
"SPEECH"
He had spent a lot of time moping, cooped up in his room in the observatory. Most of it had been him reliving unpleasant memories, ones that kept him up in the night, his mind a swirling pit of dark thoughts. But he had soon decided that he had had enough of being sad and depressed about his situation. It was difficult to continue on with the things he knew, but he saw no good in doing nothing but isolating himself and obsessing over them. He was good at staying optimistic in the past, and there was no reason for it to be any different now.
Hughes limped out from his room, pain shooting through his body from the gruesome scar in his chest, an grimace of discomfort on his face. This brought back memories of him stumbling down the corridor of HQ, trying to get away from his attacker. But he quickly shook his head, clearing himself of those thoughts. He knew he was stronger than this--he had been through the damn Ishbal war, for Christ's sake. So he straightened his back, trying to hide the falter in each of his steps.
"Hello? Anybody around?" he said, taking a seat in the center of the observatory. The way his voice echoed through the building was definitely unsettling. "I'm Maes Hughes. Just thought I'd introduce myself, since I haven't been around much. Feel free to tell me a bit about yourselves!" he had missed knowing and joking around with people. He would have bragged and went on about his wife and daughter, too, but...
"SPEECH"