#ch: sol belrose

[revenancy]

so I got distracted and I'm sketching out some ideas for a modern low fantasy (it doesn't have a title yet so let's call it Omens Fatal, Portents Awful, and the Prophecy of Death because I am nothing if not dramatic)

feat. Iris Chaney, a haunted psychic foretelling the death of anyone she touches; Sol Belrose, a fake TV doctor who claims to cure anything and his medicines do actually seem to work (but only when he makes them); and Angel Morelli, Sol's PR co-host boyfriend who has something going on but no one's quite sure what

and this:

Angel tilts his head back over the arm of the couch. “Come on, Doc. You gotta set me right.” Sol rolls his eyes at that. “I’m not a fucking doctor.” “You are on TV.” “So is Hugh Laurie.”