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diatu2019-10-28 03:57 am
princepallidus) wrote in diatu2019-10-28 03:57 am
A chilly beginning
Who: A Demon Prince (Pallidus) and several Sundered (YOU!!)
Where: The Great Hall
When: Someday late October
What: He's a little lost, and little lonely, and a little homesick. But also hungry.
Warnings: Perhaps mild angst? Probably nothing terrible though.
Any academy students who keeps to a normal waking schedule probably didn't notice this late-night arrival. A young man with ash grey skin and thigh-length black hair, not to mention the impala horns piercing upwards from his head, sits at a table situated in a shadowed corner. He sits straight in his chair, seemingly poised and refined, save for the slightly crooked placing of the silver chains adorning his hair.
Dark lines of near black also hang under his eyes as if he hadn't slept, which, given the circumstances, he hasn't.
Before him sits a steaming cup of tea and a plate of various fruits and vegetables. Each time he takes a bite, he chews thoughtfully and his eyes, despite their lack of pupils, take on a thoughtful, faraway look. Until he reaches broccoli, which he almost immediate spits back up into his napkin with an incredulous "What in the underground? Humans eat this?"
Blushing a dark black in his cheeks, Pallidus tries to regain his composure by taking a sip of tea. Yep, nothing to see here.
[Note: This could be breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacktime, whenever!]
Where: The Great Hall
When: Someday late October
What: He's a little lost, and little lonely, and a little homesick. But also hungry.
Warnings: Perhaps mild angst? Probably nothing terrible though.
Any academy students who keeps to a normal waking schedule probably didn't notice this late-night arrival. A young man with ash grey skin and thigh-length black hair, not to mention the impala horns piercing upwards from his head, sits at a table situated in a shadowed corner. He sits straight in his chair, seemingly poised and refined, save for the slightly crooked placing of the silver chains adorning his hair.
Dark lines of near black also hang under his eyes as if he hadn't slept, which, given the circumstances, he hasn't.
Before him sits a steaming cup of tea and a plate of various fruits and vegetables. Each time he takes a bite, he chews thoughtfully and his eyes, despite their lack of pupils, take on a thoughtful, faraway look. Until he reaches broccoli, which he almost immediate spits back up into his napkin with an incredulous "What in the underground? Humans eat this?"
Blushing a dark black in his cheeks, Pallidus tries to regain his composure by taking a sip of tea. Yep, nothing to see here.
[Note: This could be breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacktime, whenever!]