09-20-2020, 07:26 PM
TELL HIM THE NIGHTMARES HAVEN'T STOPPED
tell him i'm not sure what is real and what is not
Loey isn't usually late. That said, he has his moments. The mention of guilds had caused him to freeze, his steps stuttering comically. There had been guilds back at zephyr, hadn't there? Although they'd been called disciplines, but the principle was very much the same. They'd been called farming, medical, diplomat and military, and by the looks of things there probably wasn't as many guilds as they'd had back in zephyr, but the idea of it was a slight comfort: the place he'd joined wasn't too much different than his home, apparently. How he longed to go back.
It took a while, but he eventually dragged himself from his thoughts both physically and figuratively, cerulean optics falling on the two stacks beside Hani and Alani, and then came to settle on the cloaks draped over their shoulders. His face twisted into something of a discomfort, the last time he'd ever worn any article of clothing it had been a deer skull used to conceal his horribly disfigured face, and he didn't need to do that anymore; this body was rather handsome, if you asked him.
Not only that, but the idea of something being permanently draped around him wasn't something he'd like to entertain. After the crumbling rocks had crushed him, anything too restrictive was uncomfortable, and caused a constant, heavy, figurative weight to settle on his chest. He supposed he'd have to learn to endure it.
It took a while, but he eventually dragged himself from his thoughts both physically and figuratively, cerulean optics falling on the two stacks beside Hani and Alani, and then came to settle on the cloaks draped over their shoulders. His face twisted into something of a discomfort, the last time he'd ever worn any article of clothing it had been a deer skull used to conceal his horribly disfigured face, and he didn't need to do that anymore; this body was rather handsome, if you asked him.
Not only that, but the idea of something being permanently draped around him wasn't something he'd like to entertain. After the crumbling rocks had crushed him, anything too restrictive was uncomfortable, and caused a constant, heavy, figurative weight to settle on his chest. He supposed he'd have to learn to endure it.
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