I can't, Adrian! Clean the cotton out of your ears and listen to me!
[There's a surge, suddenly, somewhere deep within him. A spike of frustration mixed with a warning, and then the clouds overhead warp and lightning suddenly strikes down on the bank on the opposite side of the shore. Rosso actually jolts at that, backing up out of the water, thinking he might get electrocuted.
Oh no. Oh no no no, that better not have been him. That better not have been new fucking magic!
He slumps and, already a mess, simply chooses to lie down on the bank in the mud and grass and cinders of reeds. He's covered in his own blood, what's one more thing to add to it? ...and he learns the hard way he needs to close the eyes on his back when he does this. Eugh.]
I'm fucking tired. I don't want... this. I don't want it! All I want is to be me, god dammit.
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[There's a surge, suddenly, somewhere deep within him. A spike of frustration mixed with a warning, and then the clouds overhead warp and lightning suddenly strikes down on the bank on the opposite side of the shore. Rosso actually jolts at that, backing up out of the water, thinking he might get electrocuted.
Oh no. Oh no no no, that better not have been him. That better not have been new fucking magic!
He slumps and, already a mess, simply chooses to lie down on the bank in the mud and grass and cinders of reeds. He's covered in his own blood, what's one more thing to add to it? ...and he learns the hard way he needs to close the eyes on his back when he does this. Eugh.]
I'm fucking tired. I don't want... this. I don't want it! All I want is to be me, god dammit.