#. ⟡ * thread ( marcellus

[windfavord]

You really thought you could change, didn't you? How ridiculous...

His hat ought to have shielded him from the rains. How was he supposed to know that simply reaching out to touch the falling droplets was enough to get him infected?

Still, it's not like he cares that much.

"What's ridiculous is you," he mutters. What he wants is to rip this ambitus to shreds, but it's just an illusion. It seems that some people get to see people they want to see, but he's had no such luck.

Maybe because there's not really anyone he wants to see, or many happy memories for it to play upon.

Though, he thinks, if it did happen to show those few people he might have once cared for... he would absolutely tear it to pieces on the spot. As it was... it seemed far more interested in taunting.

He crosses his arms as he leans up against the side of a building. This place is full of filth. The dregs of humanity, with their underhanded tactics and rotten gazes... it all disgusts him. And yet... the ambitus' taunting has managed to find a foothold despite all his supposed indifference.

It would be best for you to remain here, don't you think?

It's the Doctor this time, and he whips his head around, glaring sharply toward a space where he knew no real person stands. Teeth bare, feathers ruffled and savagery that he's tried to restrain showing through to the surface again.

You caused quite a lot of destruction back there, didn't you? Perhaps you're better off in a place like this.

"Shut up!" he snaps, aloud-- and then bites his tongue. The people nearby have turned to look in his direction.

Damn it... now he looks crazy too. He pulls his hat down to cover his face. When he hears a set of footsteps approaching, he releases a long, slightly shaky sigh, not even glancing up.

"What are you looking at?" he snaps.

This place... it might be getting to him more than he'd like to admit.

@dragonhcrt ——— ◈ omerta nostra.