Retrace 8 || [Video]
[One red eye. Blinking. Blinking. Focusing on you. Or so it seems.
Seconds pass. The sound of fidgeting, and then-
The camera draws back, showing a glimpse of white hair, cascades of it, gathered in a loose ponytail at his shoulder. Then, the flash of a cloak, breeches, the hilt of a sword. The floor.]
What is going on.
[Those of you who know Xerxes Break may recognize the voice. There’s no comical lilting to the tone, however. The voice is flat, impatient, with a touch of fear at the edges. This man has no time for jokes.]
I don’t have time for this.
[With a heave the view blurs - then jolts, falls. The Forge clatters to the floor and lies on its side. The man, his back to you, stares out the window, tapping his fingers against the glass in agitation. Next to him a child’s drawings dot the wall.
He turns and glances around, shoulders hunched, as if afraid someone is watching. Under the carelessly messy bangs, two red eyes peer: guarded, but seeing.]
[[ooc: Replies will come from to_theotherside … yeah I went there. XD ... ALSO BACKDATED TO WHENEVER IF NEED BE? I HAVE TRIED TO POST THIS SO MANY TIMES sob]]