also he can smokeshift im gnna animate that some day
also he can smokeshift im gnna animate that some day
it'd be so funny if he runs furnace warm because of it, and so the survivors in the manor instinctively sit close when its chilly
that or he runs cold, and the younger ones hold onto him trying to warm him up with heir hands
it'd be so funny if he runs furnace warm because of it, and so the survivors in the manor instinctively sit close when its chilly
that or he runs cold, and the younger ones hold onto him trying to warm him up with heir hands
In hopes that, like everything else, the gunfire, the smoke, the killing. Maybe like everything else, he'll get used to it
Lowly little thing, so unfit for what is human
In hopes that, like everything else, the gunfire, the smoke, the killing. Maybe like everything else, he'll get used to it
Lowly little thing, so unfit for what is human
To seek for warmth when he is so clearly undeserving of it, of being so dirty, of hands stained with bloodshed and trail leaving bodies in its wake. He doesn't deserve it. He can not
To seek for warmth when he is so clearly undeserving of it, of being so dirty, of hands stained with bloodshed and trail leaving bodies in its wake. He doesn't deserve it. He can not
he doesn't need to miss the warmth of his home, of his mother, and so like everything else he doesnt need he pushes it away
he doesn't need to miss the warmth of his home, of his mother, and so like everything else he doesnt need he pushes it away
sits down. maybe he dresses up the way that he does because if he dressed any warmer he'd be reminded of what he doesn't have anymore (warmth) (love maybe) (comfort)
sits down. maybe he dresses up the way that he does because if he dressed any warmer he'd be reminded of what he doesn't have anymore (warmth) (love maybe) (comfort)
fist raised, shoulders squared, posture low and still. fight. kill if you have to. so long as you get to live tomorrow
fist raised, shoulders squared, posture low and still. fight. kill if you have to. so long as you get to live tomorrow
you think if he ever let anyone close enough to hold his face he'd melt on instinct
you think if he ever let anyone close enough to hold his face he'd melt on instinct