[ and he yearns for it sometimes, the swampy walks of his home. he hasn't been since he fled the ghost of lestat, blood on his hands and misery in his heart. too long now to go back and see it changed, see it transformed for something he won't recognize. one day.
his eyes flicker to the pain on his arm, his head tilting a little. koby's talented. ]
It is beautiful. Tell me something - about your home. [ eyes meet koby's, watching as the other focuses on painting, uncaring about the scars that map his chest. ]
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[ and he yearns for it sometimes, the swampy walks of his home. he hasn't been since he fled the ghost of lestat, blood on his hands and misery in his heart. too long now to go back and see it changed, see it transformed for something he won't recognize. one day.
his eyes flicker to the pain on his arm, his head tilting a little. koby's talented. ]
It is beautiful. Tell me something - about your home. [ eyes meet koby's, watching as the other focuses on painting, uncaring about the scars that map his chest. ]
Wanna hear it from you - not just see it myself.