I am what I am. [the veins of magma show through his skin for a moment before dimming, and the crystals smooth out into something more skin-like as time passes. he's still adapting to this strange appearance of theirs, all flesh and bone and individual strands of molten, flaxen hair and shift when he shrugs.
even his voice sounds off, as if covering more frequencies than humanly possible. definitely not at all drunk or tipsy, though he has a glass of wine in hand.]
My allegiance is to one who is not here, and I serve no other.
no subject
even his voice sounds off, as if covering more frequencies than humanly possible. definitely not at all drunk or tipsy, though he has a glass of wine in hand.]
My allegiance is to one who is not here, and I serve no other.