Scenery changes before him. He's no longer staring into the flames and there's no body of a young unconscious girl on his arms anymore. No, instead of a walls of burning house Edgar is facing an icy and dead ground, surrounded by eerily familiar ruins.
Ah. He knows this place.
"This is getting little bit too cruel", he wheezes and stand up from the ground, wrapping his arms around his tiny frame. Just like always, he can't feel the cold wind on his skin but the sudden change is overwhelming and he feels weak and empty. With his bright blue eyes wide and shocked, he really looked more like a little boy than usually.
"--Allan!" Edgar calls out to the dark, despite knowing there won't be answer. "Allan! Edith!" The sound is sharp and high as he keeps shouting until his voice breaks with a sob. He knows it's no use and that he's just making himself a target for the monsters lurking around but he just doesn't want to be alone. "Someone!"
All around
The city of Hadriel had sure colder, during his absence. Everything looked the same for most part, although it did look a bit different when it was out of tropical environment. The shock from arrival had finally started to fade away as he walked around the city, picking up old memories from here and there. He was clearly undressed for the weather, wearing nothing but his tweed suit that's clearly meant for spring time and seeing other residents feeling the chilly air somehow brought a smug smile on his lips.
"Not much like a tropical paradise, is it?"
Rude notes
"Gods' have been busy." Edgar hums as he watches the colorful and unexpected graffiti all around the town and people's living quarters. Or at least that's who he believed to be behind all the red paint and mockery -- unless the door brought in a pesky poltergeist.
As much as Edgar loved casual pranks and teasing people he was only mildly amused by the cartoon-ish genitalia painted on windows. Although, he had to give it that some of the names he saw written were clever enough to get occasionally a small grin or two from him. He felt for those poor people, it was never nice being mocked like that even if they weren't that serious.
Or so he thought.
Eventually Edgar found his way the house where he had stayed the last time. It was simple curiosity that had led him there. He hadn't formed any kind of emotional connection to the apartment and he couldn't care a less whether it was empty or not. Hadriel wasn't his home... But then again, he didn't have one at his home world anymore, did he?
Edgar freezes when he reaches the outside of his previous house, staring at a gigantic red cross that was painted on his window with a text "Suck It". His stomach dropped at the sign, feeling both hate and fear at the sight of it. That insult was personal. Too personal, anyone who wrote it knew that he was back and more importantly: what he was.
It's all fun and games when it isn't.
A long and heavy moment passes without Edgar moving an inch. But then pursing his red lips together into a thin line he turns around on his heels and begins to walk away.
Edgar Portsnell | The Poe Clan | will match format
Scenery changes before him. He's no longer staring into the flames and there's no body of a young unconscious girl on his arms anymore. No, instead of a walls of burning house Edgar is facing an icy and dead ground, surrounded by eerily familiar ruins.
Ah. He knows this place.
"This is getting little bit too cruel", he wheezes and stand up from the ground, wrapping his arms around his tiny frame. Just like always, he can't feel the cold wind on his skin but the sudden change is overwhelming and he feels weak and empty. With his bright blue eyes wide and shocked, he really looked more like a little boy than usually.
"--Allan!" Edgar calls out to the dark, despite knowing there won't be answer. "Allan! Edith!" The sound is sharp and high as he keeps shouting until his voice breaks with a sob. He knows it's no use and that he's just making himself a target for the monsters lurking around but he just doesn't want to be alone. "Someone!"
All around
The city of Hadriel had sure colder, during his absence. Everything looked the same for most part, although it did look a bit different when it was out of tropical environment. The shock from arrival had finally started to fade away as he walked around the city, picking up old memories from here and there. He was clearly undressed for the weather, wearing nothing but his tweed suit that's clearly meant for spring time and seeing other residents feeling the chilly air somehow brought a smug smile on his lips.
"Not much like a tropical paradise, is it?"
Rude notes
"Gods' have been busy." Edgar hums as he watches the colorful and unexpected graffiti all around the town and people's living quarters. Or at least that's who he believed to be behind all the red paint and mockery -- unless the door brought in a pesky poltergeist.
As much as Edgar loved casual pranks and teasing people he was only mildly amused by the cartoon-ish genitalia painted on windows. Although, he had to give it that some of the names he saw written were clever enough to get occasionally a small grin or two from him. He felt for those poor people, it was never nice being mocked like that even if they weren't that serious.
Or so he thought.
Eventually Edgar found his way the house where he had stayed the last time. It was simple curiosity that had led him there. He hadn't formed any kind of emotional connection to the apartment and he couldn't care a less whether it was empty or not. Hadriel wasn't his home... But then again, he didn't have one at his home world anymore, did he?
Edgar freezes when he reaches the outside of his previous house, staring at a gigantic red cross that was painted on his window with a text "Suck It". His stomach dropped at the sign, feeling both hate and fear at the sight of it. That insult was personal. Too personal, anyone who wrote it knew that he was back and more importantly: what he was.
It's all fun and games when it isn't.
A long and heavy moment passes without Edgar moving an inch. But then pursing his red lips together into a thin line he turns around on his heels and begins to walk away.