Despite his best effort to avoid the spit, he's not quite fast enough with the range being so close and it hits him in the side of the face.
And something snaps in his mind, a break in the haze and static that clouds his memories from Before.
(He's sitting on the ground, just begging for change, he just wants enough to buy a meal and some polished leather shoes are in his line of vision, maybe this will be enough, and then he gets spit on instead, get a job you fucking freak.)
The rage that floods his system is white-hot and Skellig does not even bother to step out of the alleyway properly before he sinks his talons into the neck of the Dark and launches them skyward; the 'nudge' he gives off as they crash through a linen awning and window shutter is enough to distract EVERYONE for several blocks as he turns sharply and heads for the coastline.
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Date: 2024-07-09 03:28 am (UTC)And something snaps in his mind, a break in the haze and static that clouds his memories from Before.
(He's sitting on the ground, just begging for change, he just wants enough to buy a meal and some polished leather shoes are in his line of vision, maybe this will be enough, and then he gets spit on instead, get a job you fucking freak.)
The rage that floods his system is white-hot and Skellig does not even bother to step out of the alleyway properly before he sinks his talons into the neck of the Dark and launches them skyward; the 'nudge' he gives off as they crash through a linen awning and window shutter is enough to distract EVERYONE for several blocks as he turns sharply and heads for the coastline.