It’s cold…it’s so cold…

// beep hello making sure this account doesn’t explode

// bleep hi I’m bored

[ OLD ARC INDICATORS ] 🐱: catboy 🪞: Dark

// Damien muse evaporated but I don’t wanna flip him :(

[ he’s laying on the couch, two wine bottles next to him—one empty; and one half full. ]

:(

O-Oh? Well I’m flattered, truly…but we needn’t resort to violence if somebody doesn’t like me..

// lemme start posting here again

// what if I was evil and told y’all that Damien has a crippling fear of snow/cold but he doesn’t actually remember the cabin They woke up shivering one day with fleeting memories of wielding an axe and an unexplained fear of the snow.

[ they’re wearing…..casual clothes for once?? ]

// circle people go

[ just holding his cane, walking around sadly. ]

// oh shit

[ he’s sitting right in front of the fireplace, a blanket wrapped around him. ]

// I’m being evil