50% droned, 100% pissed
[Fenris is having some difficulties today. Part of him is quietly pleased that it's the 4th of July, and that he's going to take his daughter to see the fireworks later...but every time he happens to look in a mirror, or glance down at his arms, he sees the newly regained lyrium brands etched across his skin, and this jolts him out of any such complacent thoughts.
Danarius. The depths of his hate for the man, and his inability to forget him even now, keep reminding him that he doesn't have a daughter, doesn't have any family of any sort, and that he doesn't even know what the 4th of July is. He's an escaped elven slave from another world, no matter how ridiculous that sounds to the half of his mind that considers Mayfield home and stubbornly refuses to be convinced otherwise.
Of course, every time he tries to go about his business, he begins slipping back into that droned complacency until the next moment he sees and remembers. So when he gets on the phones, he's keeping his eyes locked firmly on one arm, on the glowing patterns of the lyrium. These are real. The pain is real. He won't be lured by these pleasant lies.]
This...what new sorcery is this? Is this the Fade, or the town, or am I simply going mad? I keep - forgetting where I am. Who I am.
Danarius. The depths of his hate for the man, and his inability to forget him even now, keep reminding him that he doesn't have a daughter, doesn't have any family of any sort, and that he doesn't even know what the 4th of July is. He's an escaped elven slave from another world, no matter how ridiculous that sounds to the half of his mind that considers Mayfield home and stubbornly refuses to be convinced otherwise.
Of course, every time he tries to go about his business, he begins slipping back into that droned complacency until the next moment he sees and remembers. So when he gets on the phones, he's keeping his eyes locked firmly on one arm, on the glowing patterns of the lyrium. These are real. The pain is real. He won't be lured by these pleasant lies.]
This...what new sorcery is this? Is this the Fade, or the town, or am I simply going mad? I keep - forgetting where I am. Who I am.