ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵇᵒᵈʸ ˡᵒᵛᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ!

@eldermagus 
            
            for a second he just stands there. what should he say? it's all coming down on top of him. the world pulling into the centre of his gut just to be spilled back out through its whirlpool. "I... I... look, i had a really bad time last year and i was stuck inside just /rotting/ in fucking -self hatred and everything and- and people- everyone /everyone/ was talking about me, the newspapers and the magazines all talking about how i looked after - after he- i- and they were taking pictures and - and saying i looked bad or good and and - i don't know what happened, i was just- just- i don't know! I was stood in front of the mirror one day and I just changed and i was tall and - a couple of weeks ago i cut my finger and it bled forever until i just wished it'd go away and it did but it-but now i - it's like i- when people- when i see people scared, especially- especially of me, it's like i can taste it, and its... it's good, its - I cant - " he had grabbed great chunks of his hair gripped in his fists by then, breath heaving. "nothing tastes as good."

╱╱  @depravitiess   ⠀-`⠀.⠀ꪶ⠀݃⠀,     *´⠀᠉ 
            
                      the  magesmith  quirks  an  eyebrow.     her  head  moves  in  a  single  nod  before  tilting  to  one  side  ever–so—slightly.
                      '   your  words  ring  true,     dear.     what  has  troubled  you  so  greatly  that  the  very  colour  is  drained  from  your  face?   '
                      asrar  studies  him,     notes  the  frantic  distress  in  the  shadows  of  his  face.
                      the  sight  is  nothing  new.
                      she  waits  to  hear  the  tale  of  the  great  tragedy  that  had  befallen  this  poor,    poor  soul,     the  calamity  that  wrecked  his  world,     drove  him  to  the  edge  of  despair  just  as  countless  others  before  him  did.
                      she  had  grown  numb  to  the  heartbreak.     a  part  of  her  yearns  to  ache  for  their  terrible  fates,     but  she  knew  better  than  to  give  room  for  empathy  in  her  heart.
                      so  she  waits.  

@eldermagus 
            
            he glanced around, not expecting anyone to speak to him. face ashen and pallid behind curtains of hair so black it caught the light blue, he wandered over to the counter, leaning onto the mahogany on fragile, intricate hands. "You... you have to help me." his voice was laden with desperation. "I didn't know where else to go I- I heard you- you're like... a /real/ magic shop. You are, right?"

  ;  :eyes: annoyed, maybe? 

// !!

*   tatum   smiled   softly   at   the   stranger   ,   nodding   in   reply    *    mhm   .

@sapphichorrors 
            
            he glanced up at the bookshelf, and stood on his tip toes to pull it down with the grasps of clockwork fingers. "this one?"