[ Already, he had clambered from the soil. Already, he had set upon the cities and found their shape and form; a handful of memories of Kenos subsisted within him, even as he found himself alighting from the dark caverns beyond Kowloon — mildly dazed, and without any idea of what he might have witnessed out there in the darkness. To find himself belowground in any capacity, let alone bereft of the knowledge of how he'd gotten there was alarming enough. A numb chill in his fingers, a lingering whisper in the back of his mind, the understanding of his abject powerlessness as an "Unharmonized" Shard-bearer... they follow him.
Dirt is under his nails. In the dim light of Kowloon's neon-bright fungal forest and the city lights, his eyes catch and reflect — luminous as a pale, lavender moon. Flashing in the dark like some eerie cryptid come shambling out into the real world. ]
Ah.
[ He croaks, and then clears his throat. Upon his brow, the pale four-point star catches the light as well. A shard of soft blue, the bottom point trailing down between his white brows. ]
[OCTOBER] closed, liem talbott
Dirt is under his nails. In the dim light of Kowloon's neon-bright fungal forest and the city lights, his eyes catch and reflect — luminous as a pale, lavender moon. Flashing in the dark like some eerie cryptid come shambling out into the real world. ]
Ah.
[ He croaks, and then clears his throat. Upon his brow, the pale four-point star catches the light as well. A shard of soft blue, the bottom point trailing down between his white brows. ]
I promise, I mean you no harm.