[ a name? a name. has he ever had a name? (a brief memory, pain and hard hands and an angry voice-- he buries it just as quickly.)
demon, he offers cautiously in response. witch. if his father had ever called him by a proper name, it was drowned out by other things. maybe when he'd been an infant or a toddler, before he'd begun displaying signs of being different. he doubts it, though-- he'd been a murderer right from the start, after all, and his father had always hated him.
he drifts lightly into the air again, drawing his legs up as if he's seated and curling his arms around his thighs. he rests his masked chin on skinny knees, pale eyes unreadable behind the scuffed lenses.
doesn't matter. he doesn't really need one, he supposes. 'tretij' has worked fine thus far. still, after a moment, he pings the older man questioningly, head tilting. yours? ]
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demon, he offers cautiously in response. witch. if his father had ever called him by a proper name, it was drowned out by other things. maybe when he'd been an infant or a toddler, before he'd begun displaying signs of being different. he doubts it, though-- he'd been a murderer right from the start, after all, and his father had always hated him.
he drifts lightly into the air again, drawing his legs up as if he's seated and curling his arms around his thighs. he rests his masked chin on skinny knees, pale eyes unreadable behind the scuffed lenses.
doesn't matter. he doesn't really need one, he supposes. 'tretij' has worked fine thus far. still, after a moment, he pings the older man questioningly, head tilting. yours? ]