Damien Lachance
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- Messages
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- OOC First Name
- Thom
- Wand
- Maple - Crystalized dragon blood, 12"
Damien looked at the note that had shown up on his doorstep. All it had were three words, a time and a location.
The word: come, my son
The place was here, in the alley near the Poison Ater on Bleak Street.
Damien's head was a mess, how the hell did his father know he was in New Zealand? Why was HE here to begin with? He shook his head and walked down the dark, dangerous streets. He narrowed his eyes, every face he saw seeming to bear the scar of his father... Every look his way one of hostility... Every hand in a pocket holding a wand, every word spoken a curse. He gathered his coat around him, trying not to stare back into those eyes.
Despite all of this his thoughts kept coming back to Martine, the girl who'd fallen asleep on his shoulder... And kissed him. It was the first day he'd known her and she'd kissed him, he'd kissed her back, and they'd fallen asleep in each other's arms. He wondered where she was now... She'd called earlier that day, he'd never had a chance to call her back... His thoughts snapped back to the here and now when he came to the alley marked on his note. There was a sillhouetted figure at the end of the alley, in the faint light Damien could make out a scar on his eye...
"Cocytus." he said.
The word: come, my son
The place was here, in the alley near the Poison Ater on Bleak Street.
Damien's head was a mess, how the hell did his father know he was in New Zealand? Why was HE here to begin with? He shook his head and walked down the dark, dangerous streets. He narrowed his eyes, every face he saw seeming to bear the scar of his father... Every look his way one of hostility... Every hand in a pocket holding a wand, every word spoken a curse. He gathered his coat around him, trying not to stare back into those eyes.
Despite all of this his thoughts kept coming back to Martine, the girl who'd fallen asleep on his shoulder... And kissed him. It was the first day he'd known her and she'd kissed him, he'd kissed her back, and they'd fallen asleep in each other's arms. He wondered where she was now... She'd called earlier that day, he'd never had a chance to call her back... His thoughts snapped back to the here and now when he came to the alley marked on his note. There was a sillhouetted figure at the end of the alley, in the faint light Damien could make out a scar on his eye...
"Cocytus." he said.