[ Maybe being tired was a normal feeling for most people when they woke up. Maybe feeling like your energy levels are at an all-time low is normal, too, as he sits with his back against the wall his bed--'his?' bed--was leaned up against, looking out into the room with a dazed expression on his face. His mind is a fog, and there's a niggling feeling crawling up the back of his neck that made him feel one thing: that he should understand his surroundings, and the cloud of thoughts in his head.
He didn't. He doesn't. There's no recognition in any of his surroundings, and he feels like he's still dreaming. Even if the faces in the room were far clearer than the faces in his dream, and even if the room wasn't as tense as his memories tell him they were.
His fingers grope at his side, feeling for a knife that had been concealed there, under his shirt, in the dream. It's not there, and that feeling is almost as uncomfortable as being naked might feel.
His lips curve down as he leans forward, giving his head a shake to try to wake up. ]
...What in the name of seven hells is going on here.
Side B - Wings! + Town Shenanigans
[ There might not be much he remembers about himself, his home world, the people he knows or the things he's experienced, but if there's one thing he can remember enough, it's the fact that where he comes from? Wings aren't just for decoration. Pegasi and Wyvern had wings, and they could use them to fly just fine, couldn't they.
Yeah.
Knights rode around on winged horses, and...
Well, he could MOVE the damn things, see. So it should beg to reason that they'd be able to be used just as well as any other creature with wings, right.
Don't stand too close to the weird ginger muttering what sound like archaic curses to himself, you might get a face full of feathers as he attempts, once again, to stretch the dust-coloured wings out in his childish attempts to see if they're really anything more than just an irritating decoration.]
Gaius | Fire Emblem: Awakening
[ Maybe being tired was a normal feeling for most people when they woke up. Maybe feeling like your energy levels are at an all-time low is normal, too, as he sits with his back against the wall his bed--'his?' bed--was leaned up against, looking out into the room with a dazed expression on his face. His mind is a fog, and there's a niggling feeling crawling up the back of his neck that made him feel one thing: that he should understand his surroundings, and the cloud of thoughts in his head.
He didn't. He doesn't. There's no recognition in any of his surroundings, and he feels like he's still dreaming. Even if the faces in the room were far clearer than the faces in his dream, and even if the room wasn't as tense as his memories tell him they were.
His fingers grope at his side, feeling for a knife that had been concealed there, under his shirt, in the dream. It's not there, and that feeling is almost as uncomfortable as being naked might feel.
His lips curve down as he leans forward, giving his head a shake to try to wake up. ]
...What in the name of seven hells is going on here.
Side B - Wings! + Town Shenanigans
[ There might not be much he remembers about himself, his home world, the people he knows or the things he's experienced, but if there's one thing he can remember enough, it's the fact that where he comes from? Wings aren't just for decoration. Pegasi and Wyvern had wings, and they could use them to fly just fine, couldn't they.
Yeah.
Knights rode around on winged horses, and...
Well, he could MOVE the damn things, see. So it should beg to reason that they'd be able to be used just as well as any other creature with wings, right.
Don't stand too close to the weird ginger muttering what sound like archaic curses to himself, you might get a face full of feathers as he attempts, once again, to stretch the dust-coloured wings out in his childish attempts to see if they're really anything more than just an irritating decoration.]