One Magic Night [While some would be marveling at the water's glow he turns a blind eye to it. Not because he doesn't think it beautiful but because there are much more important things to do. He stands on the beach, glowing waves washing over the tips of his armored boots, staining the white metal with a faint blue sheen, golden gaze cast skyward.
But he's not just appraising the night sky, he seems to be looking for something, the line of his jaw setting harder, eyes narrowing the longer he stares. Why doesn't he recognize these stars? Why can't he feel Black in his mind?
Where is his wife?
Finally after a long moment he reaches up and wrenches his helmet off, tossing it aside with a snarl.]
Quiznak!!
Growing Pains - CW: body horror, of course [The only indication that there's anything wrong with the exceedingly large purple skinned man is the spray of hollyhock bursting up along the back of his neck from within his paladin armor. He seems, unconcerned with the flowers that must be filling the space inside his armor, forcing it's way between the scaled plates on his body.
It is not his own flowers that seem to be paining him but instead the patch of vibrant pink petunias he is kneeling within. He reaches out to pluck one bud, raising it to his face and breathing deeply only to draw back as though offended, musing softly to himself.]
What flowers are these that look so like the juniberry yet smell so stale by comparison?
Zarkon | Voltron: LD
[While some would be marveling at the water's glow he turns a blind eye to it. Not because he doesn't think it beautiful but because there are much more important things to do. He stands on the beach, glowing waves washing over the tips of his armored boots, staining the white metal with a faint blue sheen, golden gaze cast skyward.
But he's not just appraising the night sky, he seems to be looking for something, the line of his jaw setting harder, eyes narrowing the longer he stares. Why doesn't he recognize these stars? Why can't he feel Black in his mind?
Where is his wife?
Finally after a long moment he reaches up and wrenches his helmet off, tossing it aside with a snarl.]
Quiznak!!
Growing Pains - CW: body horror, of course
[The only indication that there's anything wrong with the exceedingly large purple skinned man is the spray of hollyhock bursting up along the back of his neck from within his paladin armor. He seems, unconcerned with the flowers that must be filling the space inside his armor, forcing it's way between the scaled plates on his body.
It is not his own flowers that seem to be paining him but instead the patch of vibrant pink petunias he is kneeling within. He reaches out to pluck one bud, raising it to his face and breathing deeply only to draw back as though offended, musing softly to himself.]
What flowers are these that look so like the juniberry yet smell so stale by comparison?