Open RP: Warning, there is an emo!Brice on the premises.
((Feel free to poke Brice! He needs to meet people.))
Brice had left the Hospital Wing earlier that morning, and now he was just walking aimlessly around the school grounds. He was as usual dressed in his jeans and a t-shirt, with a grey hoodie over it for warmth though he technically didn't need it. Angels didn't freeze. And he was an angel again now. Or... he had always been an angel here, he just hadn't remembered. Yeah. But he remembered now, because whatever it was that had been wrong, Dom had fixed it.
He was feeling better. Slowly he had healed. It was bad for angels to forget who they were, but he would recover this time too. Brice was good at bouncing back.
Strolling down the hill towards the lake, he tried to think of anything else but the things he had done. However the details annoyingly enough kept bobbing up to the surface, and he flinched at every damn memory. Sleeping with Cersei. Punching Eddie Brock. Being ultimately useless in the following fight with that huge monster. Threatening Professor Maturin. Hurting Mel. Hurting Mel in a hundred different fucking ways.
He hadn't seen her for days. She was probably hiding in her room, wisely enough. She didn't want to be around him. Brice completely understood that. He would have paid good money to not be around himself right about now.
The lake was still. Not frozen, oddly enough, but Brice didn't complain or anything. It was actually a good thing, because now he could do something that he'd always used to do back in Heaven, whenever he was feeling emo under the weather. He scraped some snow off the ground with his boot and found some pebbles. He grabbed a fistful, and began to throw them, one by one, into the water. That was nice and therapeutic. Felt a bit like throwing away all the memories at the same time. His movements were jerky, his expression tense, as if each and every small stone had done him a personal wrong.
Brice had left the Hospital Wing earlier that morning, and now he was just walking aimlessly around the school grounds. He was as usual dressed in his jeans and a t-shirt, with a grey hoodie over it for warmth though he technically didn't need it. Angels didn't freeze. And he was an angel again now. Or... he had always been an angel here, he just hadn't remembered. Yeah. But he remembered now, because whatever it was that had been wrong, Dom had fixed it.
He was feeling better. Slowly he had healed. It was bad for angels to forget who they were, but he would recover this time too. Brice was good at bouncing back.
Strolling down the hill towards the lake, he tried to think of anything else but the things he had done. However the details annoyingly enough kept bobbing up to the surface, and he flinched at every damn memory. Sleeping with Cersei. Punching Eddie Brock. Being ultimately useless in the following fight with that huge monster. Threatening Professor Maturin. Hurting Mel. Hurting Mel in a hundred different fucking ways.
He hadn't seen her for days. She was probably hiding in her room, wisely enough. She didn't want to be around him. Brice completely understood that. He would have paid good money to not be around himself right about now.
The lake was still. Not frozen, oddly enough, but Brice didn't complain or anything. It was actually a good thing, because now he could do something that he'd always used to do back in Heaven, whenever he was feeling emo under the weather. He scraped some snow off the ground with his boot and found some pebbles. He grabbed a fistful, and began to throw them, one by one, into the water. That was nice and therapeutic. Felt a bit like throwing away all the memories at the same time. His movements were jerky, his expression tense, as if each and every small stone had done him a personal wrong.