Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2014 0:24:58 GMT -6
Spending a perfectly good day indoors, The Wizard sighed loudly and pryed his face off the windowsil. Slowly glancing around the room for some idea of how to kill some more time. He'd Been back in Wildgard for almost a month and he'd retained his memory thus far... His eyes fell upon his open notebook on his small lab table. Wondering what it was about his past that he kept forgetting. it bothered him to no end that the Crucial part of his research eluded him.
He'd been far too paranoid to continue his experiments in the Silver Scale. Fearing that if he encroached too near any real discovery, he'd activate his Amnesia and black out Forgetting where he was, who he was... what he was doing... And worst of all. Ashen. He slid off the end of his bed and wandered over to his desk; carefully closing his notebook. it contained Everything he knew about himself, and very important information that he knew about individuals in Wildgard. And about Chimaera. And when He blacked out... he would find it and remind himself of these things. He was thinking about the contents of the book, and before he could turn and walk away, he picked up a quill and flipped it open once again, As he did several times a day when he thought too much. He Flipped through the pages until he found one that was half burnt , the page on the Silver scale and Ashen. He quickly drew a small heart by her name and closed it again. Tossing the quill onto the desk and pacing his room.
There was a very obvious trail that he paced over the last few weeks. He was wearing it into the floor. His dull Yellow eyes were tired and sleepless, bloodshot. He ran a hand through his unruly spikes of blond and sat back down on the edge of his bed. Peering through the open door into the hallway a few feet away. A soft light spilled across the threshold and gave him a comfortable 'home' feeling... Yet... He had the urge to head back to the Deadlands where he came from. His real home. Both magnetic and terrifying. 'I can't go. I have to stay here. For Ashen.' He told himself, gritting his teeth again, locking his jaw. 'If I leave again, I may never come back, Who knows how long the blackout could last, how long the Amnesia could have me... She needs me here. In case Fallen can't be here. It's all on me... I have a responsibility as a Scale Brother now.' He smiled softly, thinking about her. But the Smile faded again when Fallen entered the picture, placing a hand on her shoulder. And Gil was reminded to keep a safe distance from her. 'How can I protect her, when i'm hiding from Fallen in here?'
He flopped backward on his bed, His heart pulling him in all sorts of directions.
He'd been far too paranoid to continue his experiments in the Silver Scale. Fearing that if he encroached too near any real discovery, he'd activate his Amnesia and black out Forgetting where he was, who he was... what he was doing... And worst of all. Ashen. He slid off the end of his bed and wandered over to his desk; carefully closing his notebook. it contained Everything he knew about himself, and very important information that he knew about individuals in Wildgard. And about Chimaera. And when He blacked out... he would find it and remind himself of these things. He was thinking about the contents of the book, and before he could turn and walk away, he picked up a quill and flipped it open once again, As he did several times a day when he thought too much. He Flipped through the pages until he found one that was half burnt , the page on the Silver scale and Ashen. He quickly drew a small heart by her name and closed it again. Tossing the quill onto the desk and pacing his room.
There was a very obvious trail that he paced over the last few weeks. He was wearing it into the floor. His dull Yellow eyes were tired and sleepless, bloodshot. He ran a hand through his unruly spikes of blond and sat back down on the edge of his bed. Peering through the open door into the hallway a few feet away. A soft light spilled across the threshold and gave him a comfortable 'home' feeling... Yet... He had the urge to head back to the Deadlands where he came from. His real home. Both magnetic and terrifying. 'I can't go. I have to stay here. For Ashen.' He told himself, gritting his teeth again, locking his jaw. 'If I leave again, I may never come back, Who knows how long the blackout could last, how long the Amnesia could have me... She needs me here. In case Fallen can't be here. It's all on me... I have a responsibility as a Scale Brother now.' He smiled softly, thinking about her. But the Smile faded again when Fallen entered the picture, placing a hand on her shoulder. And Gil was reminded to keep a safe distance from her. 'How can I protect her, when i'm hiding from Fallen in here?'
He flopped backward on his bed, His heart pulling him in all sorts of directions.