that was pointlesss. we could have stayed strangers
A LeafChange storm blows in one morning, bringing trouble on dark wings.
The place is a certifiable dump, in his opinion - but then most places are. And this looks like it's his kind of dump, so it's worth sticking around until the next storm winds roll through, he supposes.
And so he walks, a barefoot shadow in tight leather and adorned with feathers so black they almost make him look dipped in ink, sprouting through his hair and laying flat across his shoulders like a mantle. It's a partial shift to any with eyes knowledgable enough to see it, though in reality they're probably more interested in watching something else.
Like the stall that the stranger upends - for apparently no reason - and the man he shoves out of the way when he tries to protest. Sinking his teeth into an overripe peach, somehow it doesn't hide Arsen's smile as he continues down the street, glass-blue eyes sweeping for the next worthy bit of his attention.
The place is a certifiable dump, in his opinion - but then most places are. And this looks like it's his kind of dump, so it's worth sticking around until the next storm winds roll through, he supposes.
And so he walks, a barefoot shadow in tight leather and adorned with feathers so black they almost make him look dipped in ink, sprouting through his hair and laying flat across his shoulders like a mantle. It's a partial shift to any with eyes knowledgable enough to see it, though in reality they're probably more interested in watching something else.
Like the stall that the stranger upends - for apparently no reason - and the man he shoves out of the way when he tries to protest. Sinking his teeth into an overripe peach, somehow it doesn't hide Arsen's smile as he continues down the street, glass-blue eyes sweeping for the next worthy bit of his attention.
Arsen
