[ a monster. it's a designation he may have been labeled in passing. rumors that have fallen from loose lips fueled by little more than the fear and apprehension. prior to this, he was what some may have deemed a "witch," and to be perfectly honest, it's been a strange concept to suddenly not be something you've always been. replaced, ironically, by something you may have been on separate terms.
except, there was something a lot more literal with this. he feels it against the texture of his skin, especially around his scaly wrists and ... tail? it weighs heavier on him somehow, if just because it still doesn't entirely feel like his own body. akin to how a fish would be out of water, he feels put of place without the magic he's used to employing. regardless, he deals with it with the same nonchalance he would anything else.
sort of. or at least that was plan before the raw fish he just procured from the restaurant establishment bursts into flames— ]
That's one way to cook it. [ it's literal charcoal right now and it may or may not be all jean's fault.
but, mithra genuinely doesn't look all too bothered. ]
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except, there was something a lot more literal with this. he feels it against the texture of his skin, especially around his scaly wrists and ... tail? it weighs heavier on him somehow, if just because it still doesn't entirely feel like his own body. akin to how a fish would be out of water, he feels put of place without the magic he's used to employing. regardless, he deals with it with the same nonchalance he would anything else.
sort of. or at least that was plan before the raw fish he just procured from the restaurant establishment bursts into flames— ]
That's one way to cook it. [ it's literal charcoal right now and it may or may not be all jean's fault.
but, mithra genuinely doesn't look all too bothered. ]