[His smile is tired, slightly pained, scuffed slightly along the forehead and jawline and skin kissed raw and red from the cold.]
I'm sorry this is your introduction. But I hope you can make peace with our circumstances...
[Faintly, distantly, there's the flickering smell of smoke. Of dust and debris. Of blood. Of distant, mourning screams. Graha's body will feel like a phantom of itself for a brief moment. Pained. Exhausted. Powerful. Powerful. It's both very right, and very wrong.
Solomon seems to flinch as the sensation settles, as though bracing.]
...It can be a little unkind. Just be wary of where your eyes sit.
Cw: brief mentions of blood
[His smile is tired, slightly pained, scuffed slightly along the forehead and jawline and skin kissed raw and red from the cold.]
I'm sorry this is your introduction. But I hope you can make peace with our circumstances...
[Faintly, distantly, there's the flickering smell of smoke. Of dust and debris. Of blood. Of distant, mourning screams. Graha's body will feel like a phantom of itself for a brief moment. Pained. Exhausted. Powerful. Powerful. It's both very right, and very wrong.
Solomon seems to flinch as the sensation settles, as though bracing.]
...It can be a little unkind. Just be wary of where your eyes sit.