Desmond Miles ❖ 16
Who: failssassin, somarium and some lovely MISTLETOE
Where: Somni Shopping district
Style: Starts in third, but will follow the lead!
Status: OPEN!!! Come get your kiss/brohug from the novice!
After waking up in the hospital, Desmond had done the only thing that he thought best for everyone: keeping to himself. After all, he had done terrible things back in his world, things he now remembered and couldn't stop thinking of. It didn't help that Lucy was now back in Somarium. She was a constant reminder of his failure to fight off Juno's influence, and while he should have been grateful for being able to spend some time with her despite her ultimate fate in Rome, he couldn't bring himself to. Part of him was afraid the false Goddess' influence could reach him even in the dreamworld and make him do her bidding again, another thought he simply didn't deserve to be given time with her when time was what he precisely stole from her.
Not only had he been carefully avoid Lucy, he had done so too with Tifa and Isabelle. The nurses had let him know that both had visited him often when he had been in coma and he was feeling the heavy weight of guilt that he worried them both. That and he was as afraid to hurt the brunettes as much as he was afraid to hurt the blond. And so he had taken greater care to make sure that none of shifts at the club would coincide with theirs, leaving them the busiest hours too, so he wouldn't have to face the regulars wondering what had happened to him those past weeks.
As careful as he had been, Desmond couldn't just stay in his apartment forever: food was now running low and the novice was making his way to the shopping center. Hood over his head, hands in the pocket of the coat he wore over his hoodie, he kept his eyes to the ground, the snow crackling lightly under his boots. The way he avoided looking at others was his undoing when it came to the magical ornament that would appear over people's head: Desmond failed to notice the mistletoe time was back in Somarium. He turned a corner, bumping lightly into someone and only mumbled few words, not even looking up: "Sorry about that."
Where: Somni Shopping district
Style: Starts in third, but will follow the lead!
Status: OPEN!!! Come get your kiss/brohug from the novice!
After waking up in the hospital, Desmond had done the only thing that he thought best for everyone: keeping to himself. After all, he had done terrible things back in his world, things he now remembered and couldn't stop thinking of. It didn't help that Lucy was now back in Somarium. She was a constant reminder of his failure to fight off Juno's influence, and while he should have been grateful for being able to spend some time with her despite her ultimate fate in Rome, he couldn't bring himself to. Part of him was afraid the false Goddess' influence could reach him even in the dreamworld and make him do her bidding again, another thought he simply didn't deserve to be given time with her when time was what he precisely stole from her.
Not only had he been carefully avoid Lucy, he had done so too with Tifa and Isabelle. The nurses had let him know that both had visited him often when he had been in coma and he was feeling the heavy weight of guilt that he worried them both. That and he was as afraid to hurt the brunettes as much as he was afraid to hurt the blond. And so he had taken greater care to make sure that none of shifts at the club would coincide with theirs, leaving them the busiest hours too, so he wouldn't have to face the regulars wondering what had happened to him those past weeks.
As careful as he had been, Desmond couldn't just stay in his apartment forever: food was now running low and the novice was making his way to the shopping center. Hood over his head, hands in the pocket of the coat he wore over his hoodie, he kept his eyes to the ground, the snow crackling lightly under his boots. The way he avoided looking at others was his undoing when it came to the magical ornament that would appear over people's head: Desmond failed to notice the mistletoe time was back in Somarium. He turned a corner, bumping lightly into someone and only mumbled few words, not even looking up: "Sorry about that."