⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀#EGOPINION. independent, highly selective * roleplay account for hoyoverse's IL DOTTORE / ZANDIK. mdni, adult topics will be present. curates space freely. by * KNIVES, he/him, 25+.
eyes come to a close and with every word the fae says zandik's urge to squirm increases.
they accuse him of being scared of life, but such is not the case: " hardly, " zandik scoffs, shaking head. " life is to be studied and moulded. shaped into ...
the severity of zandik’s voice does make our fae pause and look him over . “ why are you so scared of life doctor ? was that not one of the things you kept trying to achieve ?” the kitten mews weakly , shivering and trying to curl closer to flins . “ look at her .” hands will
all over it, should speak volumes.
" so tell me, lightkeeper———what do i get out of this arrangement? "
a pause, then frown goes to form a sardonic smirk.
" an attempt to save my soul? " he asks, quirking brow, then scoffing. " it is ...
hope. such a treacherous thing. with countless lifetimes battling in memory few are more prevalent than others———a death on a birthday, the return of five shards, and flames licking skin as the world burns.
amongst all of these countless memories one can ...
Frozen still, cane in hand; a familiar crows head sculpt that set a little too large against his palm; just slightly too short for the one relying on it.
Throat tightened, pressure pressing high on sinuses as they watched the near automatic approach, heart lodging +
he settles on, and that's it.
the regrator looks haunted. ill. up close it is stark, and not even makeup or powder can hide the bruises 'neath his eyes. to find feofan is a sort of cruelty, he thinks, and though his lip quirks up his voice is ...
the bustle of snezhnograd is not helping zandik's trek through the streets. despite public appearances and having been———been, yes, a harbinger, the common man is simple; without a mask you are but another part of the crowd.
the regrator, however, ...
knows the good doctor. keenly, some may say, deeper and better than most others. eyes connect and zandik slows to a halt, eyes widening, mouth agape.
" oh. "
jaw shuts with a click and then his legs kick into gear, slowly moving through ...