Who cares, anyway?

She decided she should give the scarf to Theo first. She really hoped he would forget how mean she was to him in the past. Or at least not mention it. He was intimidating, all things considered. The last thing she would want to do was get on his nerves. But she had a responsibility, and she couldn't keep neglecting it. She shadow-traveled to the palace and started wandering around in hopes she would find him, taking deep breaths to calm her anxiety.

@sophia-hunter-of-artemis

Theo has been so... so numb as of late. He doesn't really want to express much emotion, it's not worth the energy. He usually stays in his or Xan's room, avoiding everyone else like the plague. Most of the time they avoid him too, but that might just be because he specifically picks times when people aren't around to walk places. He has not willingly talked to anyone ever since the whole.. Lucas thing. People usually leave him alone.

She decided she should give the scarf to Theo first. She really hoped he would forget how mean she was to him in the past. Or at least not mention it. He was intimidating, all things considered. The last thing she would want to do was get on his nerves. But she had a responsibility, and she couldn't keep neglecting it. She shadow-traveled to the palace and started wandering around in hopes she would find him, taking deep breaths to calm her anxiety.

@sophia-hunter-of-artemis

Theo has been so... so numb as of late. He doesn't really want to express much emotion, it's not worth the energy. He usually stays in his or Xan's room, avoiding everyone else like the plague. Most of the time they avoid him too, but that might just be because he specifically picks times when people aren't around to walk places. He has not willingly talked to anyone ever since the whole.. Lucas thing. People usually leave him alone.

She decided she should give the scarf to Theo first. She really hoped he would forget how mean she was to him in the past. Or at least not mention it. He was intimidating, all things considered. The last thing she would want to do was get on his nerves. But she had a responsibility, and she couldn't keep neglecting it. She shadow-traveled to the palace and started wandering around in hopes she would find him, taking deep breaths to calm her anxiety.

@sophia-hunter-of-artemis

Theo has been so... so numb as of late. He doesn't really want to express much emotion, it's not worth the energy. He usually stays in his or Xan's room, avoiding everyone else like the plague. Most of the time they avoid him too, but that might just be because he specifically picks times when people aren't around to walk places. He has not willingly talked to anyone ever since the whole.. Lucas thing. People usually leave him alone.

Theo watched as the Death Mist disappeared from around him. He felt his fangs shrinking into regular teeth. And suddenly didn't feel anything hugging his abdomen, which meant his wings were gone and- dear gods, what just happened? He looked around. He vaguely heard the anon- something about swapping godly parents. That felt... odd. It was scary. What if it's someone in the palace? And they find out he's been hiding his wings?

That's when he realized something. As he looked, he could... kind of tell when certain objects in his room were created. Like- his chair being five years old. That was weird. Who did he swap with? He sincerely hoped it wasn't anyone in the palace. Hey, maybe it was someone he didn't know at all! He also... felt a little taller. He went to his mirror and- yeah, he was definitely two or three inches taller. Which didn't seem like a lot, but it made a difference. He felt more confident like this. It almost made him sad that this wasn't his natural look. He wished he was this tall all the time.

Now, who could he have swapped traits with- it seems like time powers. Time powers... oh. Theo's eyes widened in shock and panic as he thought about what Xan might think of him. Because it had to be Xan- it just had to be. He debated whether he should go see his boyfriend or not, because much as he was scared of these new abilities, his own were probably.. Not that pleasant to have. At least the poison in his blood comes with automatic immunity to it, right? That's one upside.

"Gods, this is a disaster..." The teen muttered as he paced his room nervously. Finally he decided that his traits are... way too visible to ignore, and Xan is probably confused himself, and he would he a bad- no, horrible- boyfriend if he didn't go to check on him. He walked over to his lover's room, keeping his eyes on the floor since it was giving him a headache knowing when things happened to certain things. And even then he could feel a migraine approaching. Gods, this is awful. He knocked on Xan's door. Hoping the man wasn't too disgusted with what just happened to him.

The man’s eyes opened only when the thoughts in his head quieted- that was… odd. He’s usually just aware to knowing time on the dot, that it felt eerily silent to not immediately be able to look over and see that-… why was it doing that? He packed, of course he did- look he was used to not having powers blatantly before he died, but some abilities like those have alway been there, and now they just. Went quiet?? Xan shot up, Fortune Cookie got a brief apology as the cat just barely jumped from the man’s abdomen in time. He never put much in his room, a calendar was by the door, more just for nostalgia of back when he didn’t know things off the to of his head- there was some desk, sorta shitty, but not like really shitty- it was decent. He didn’t bother people about furniture and shit since honestly he just sorta started randomly living there one day, his old notebooks that he had stashed away in camp years and years ago had been retrieved a while back and put into a bookshelf, which was one of the most full things in the room. The small bookshelf and the plants that flourished, which were set atop of it and into the suns rays.

His usually gold gaze snapped to the closet door , since right next to it- was a mirror. He stopped dead in his tracks for a moment.. before approaching, moving closer to see just.. what the hell happened. One hand gripped at his hair now- as if to see if somehow one of Eves siblings or some shit like cursed his mirror to play a trick on him or something… but no. He grasped at locks that were the same length as before, yes, but adorned more curls. That color where it’s teetering in between blonde and brunette, but not quite dirty blonde. That strand of hair that usually was in his face, now curled slightly and framed in, and he felt his shoulders tense just at the image. Blue eyes with specks of gold and a ring of it that outlined the pupil, is what he locked onto. It’s a shade of blue easy to forget- the kind that’s deep but bright, where it is a bit between a vibrant beauty, and an ominous glow.

The ticking was almost drowning out the noises in his head. Almost. So now his mind was one huge cacophony of tick-tock-tick-tock-you're-useless-tick-what-is-tock-happening-tick-tock-here. Something like that. Except ten times louder than it normally would. Theo felt like he was going to explode, at this point. He wanted to go back to his regular powers- even if he didn't like them, at least they were... manageable. He wasn't used to this, and everything felt so loud, and he hated it- hated every painfully aware second of it. He wished Xan wouldn't have to go through that.

"I really need you to stay calm because if you freak out then I'll freak out and that won't be good-" How does he even start this entire thing? His head was pounding. He didn't know how to form sentences anymore. He took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind at least a little. "There's... something I've been hiding for a while now. You, uh, I think you have my powers so um- I need to tell you." Good gods he was making it way more ominous than it needs to be. Probably raising Xan's stress levels... fuck. "You're going to- probably- you might grow wings. For two days."

Theo watched as the Death Mist disappeared from around him. He felt his fangs shrinking into regular teeth. And suddenly didn't feel anything hugging his abdomen, which meant his wings were gone and- dear gods, what just happened? He looked around. He vaguely heard the anon- something about swapping godly parents. That felt... odd. It was scary. What if it's someone in the palace? And they find out he's been hiding his wings?

That's when he realized something. As he looked, he could... kind of tell when certain objects in his room were created. Like- his chair being five years old. That was weird. Who did he swap with? He sincerely hoped it wasn't anyone in the palace. Hey, maybe it was someone he didn't know at all! He also... felt a little taller. He went to his mirror and- yeah, he was definitely two or three inches taller. Which didn't seem like a lot, but it made a difference. He felt more confident like this. It almost made him sad that this wasn't his natural look. He wished he was this tall all the time.

Now, who could he have swapped traits with- it seems like time powers. Time powers... oh. Theo's eyes widened in shock and panic as he thought about what Xan might think of him. Because it had to be Xan- it just had to be. He debated whether he should go see his boyfriend or not, because much as he was scared of these new abilities, his own were probably.. Not that pleasant to have. At least the poison in his blood comes with automatic immunity to it, right? That's one upside.

"Gods, this is a disaster..." The teen muttered as he paced his room nervously. Finally he decided that his traits are... way too visible to ignore, and Xan is probably confused himself, and he would he a bad- no, horrible- boyfriend if he didn't go to check on him. He walked over to his lover's room, keeping his eyes on the floor since it was giving him a headache knowing when things happened to certain things. And even then he could feel a migraine approaching. Gods, this is awful. He knocked on Xan's door. Hoping the man wasn't too disgusted with what just happened to him.

The man’s eyes opened only when the thoughts in his head quieted- that was… odd. He’s usually just aware to knowing time on the dot, that it felt eerily silent to not immediately be able to look over and see that-… why was it doing that? He packed, of course he did- look he was used to not having powers blatantly before he died, but some abilities like those have alway been there, and now they just. Went quiet?? Xan shot up, Fortune Cookie got a brief apology as the cat just barely jumped from the man’s abdomen in time. He never put much in his room, a calendar was by the door, more just for nostalgia of back when he didn’t know things off the to of his head- there was some desk, sorta shitty, but not like really shitty- it was decent. He didn’t bother people about furniture and shit since honestly he just sorta started randomly living there one day, his old notebooks that he had stashed away in camp years and years ago had been retrieved a while back and put into a bookshelf, which was one of the most full things in the room. The small bookshelf and the plants that flourished, which were set atop of it and into the suns rays.

His usually gold gaze snapped to the closet door , since right next to it- was a mirror. He stopped dead in his tracks for a moment.. before approaching, moving closer to see just.. what the hell happened. One hand gripped at his hair now- as if to see if somehow one of Eves siblings or some shit like cursed his mirror to play a trick on him or something… but no. He grasped at locks that were the same length as before, yes, but adorned more curls. That color where it’s teetering in between blonde and brunette, but not quite dirty blonde. That strand of hair that usually was in his face, now curled slightly and framed in, and he felt his shoulders tense just at the image. Blue eyes with specks of gold and a ring of it that outlined the pupil, is what he locked onto. It’s a shade of blue easy to forget- the kind that’s deep but bright, where it is a bit between a vibrant beauty, and an ominous glow.

The ticking was almost drowning out the noises in his head. Almost. So now his mind was one huge cacophony of tick-tock-tick-tock-you're-useless-tick-what-is-tock-happening-tick-tock-here. Something like that. Except ten times louder than it normally would. Theo felt like he was going to explode, at this point. He wanted to go back to his regular powers- even if he didn't like them, at least they were... manageable. He wasn't used to this, and everything felt so loud, and he hated it- hated every painfully aware second of it. He wished Xan wouldn't have to go through that.

Theo watched as the Death Mist disappeared from around him. He felt his fangs shrinking into regular teeth. And suddenly didn't feel anything hugging his abdomen, which meant his wings were gone and- dear gods, what just happened? He looked around. He vaguely heard the anon- something about swapping godly parents. That felt... odd. It was scary. What if it's someone in the palace? And they find out he's been hiding his wings?

That's when he realized something. As he looked, he could... kind of tell when certain objects in his room were created. Like- his chair being five years old. That was weird. Who did he swap with? He sincerely hoped it wasn't anyone in the palace. Hey, maybe it was someone he didn't know at all! He also... felt a little taller. He went to his mirror and- yeah, he was definitely two or three inches taller. Which didn't seem like a lot, but it made a difference. He felt more confident like this. It almost made him sad that this wasn't his natural look. He wished he was this tall all the time.

Now, who could he have swapped traits with- it seems like time powers. Time powers... oh. Theo's eyes widened in shock and panic as he thought about what Xan might think of him. Because it had to be Xan- it just had to be. He debated whether he should go see his boyfriend or not, because much as he was scared of these new abilities, his own were probably.. Not that pleasant to have. At least the poison in his blood comes with automatic immunity to it, right? That's one upside.

"Gods, this is a disaster..." The teen muttered as he paced his room nervously. Finally he decided that his traits are... way too visible to ignore, and Xan is probably confused himself, and he would he a bad- no, horrible- boyfriend if he didn't go to check on him. He walked over to his lover's room, keeping his eyes on the floor since it was giving him a headache knowing when things happened to certain things. And even then he could feel a migraine approaching. Gods, this is awful. He knocked on Xan's door. Hoping the man wasn't too disgusted with what just happened to him.

The man’s eyes opened only when the thoughts in his head quieted- that was… odd. He’s usually just aware to knowing time on the dot, that it felt eerily silent to not immediately be able to look over and see that-… why was it doing that? He packed, of course he did- look he was used to not having powers blatantly before he died, but some abilities like those have alway been there, and now they just. Went quiet?? Xan shot up, Fortune Cookie got a brief apology as the cat just barely jumped from the man’s abdomen in time. He never put much in his room, a calendar was by the door, more just for nostalgia of back when he didn’t know things off the to of his head- there was some desk, sorta shitty, but not like really shitty- it was decent. He didn’t bother people about furniture and shit since honestly he just sorta started randomly living there one day, his old notebooks that he had stashed away in camp years and years ago had been retrieved a while back and put into a bookshelf, which was one of the most full things in the room. The small bookshelf and the plants that flourished, which were set atop of it and into the suns rays.

His usually gold gaze snapped to the closet door , since right next to it- was a mirror. He stopped dead in his tracks for a moment.. before approaching, moving closer to see just.. what the hell happened. One hand gripped at his hair now- as if to see if somehow one of Eves siblings or some shit like cursed his mirror to play a trick on him or something… but no. He grasped at locks that were the same length as before, yes, but adorned more curls. That color where it’s teetering in between blonde and brunette, but not quite dirty blonde. That strand of hair that usually was in his face, now curled slightly and framed in, and he felt his shoulders tense just at the image. Blue eyes with specks of gold and a ring of it that outlined the pupil, is what he locked onto. It’s a shade of blue easy to forget- the kind that’s deep but bright, where it is a bit between a vibrant beauty, and an ominous glow.

The ticking was almost drowning out the noises in his head. Almost. So now his mind was one huge cacophony of tick-tock-tick-tock-you're-useless-tick-what-is-tock-happening-tick-tock-here. Something like that. Except ten times louder than it normally would. Theo felt like he was going to explode, at this point. He wanted to go back to his regular powers- even if he didn't like them, at least they were... manageable. He wasn't used to this, and everything felt so loud, and he hated it- hated every painfully aware second of it. He wished Xan wouldn't have to go through that.

Theo watched as the Death Mist disappeared from around him. He felt his fangs shrinking into regular teeth. And suddenly didn't feel anything hugging his abdomen, which meant his wings were gone and- dear gods, what just happened? He looked around. He vaguely heard the anon- something about swapping godly parents. That felt... odd. It was scary. What if it's someone in the palace? And they find out he's been hiding his wings?

That's when he realized something. As he looked, he could... kind of tell when certain objects in his room were created. Like- his chair being five years old. That was weird. Who did he swap with? He sincerely hoped it wasn't anyone in the palace. Hey, maybe it was someone he didn't know at all! He also... felt a little taller. He went to his mirror and- yeah, he was definitely two or three inches taller. Which didn't seem like a lot, but it made a difference. He felt more confident like this. It almost made him sad that this wasn't his natural look. He wished he was this tall all the time.

Now, who could he have swapped traits with- it seems like time powers. Time powers... oh. Theo's eyes widened in shock and panic as he thought about what Xan might think of him. Because it had to be Xan- it just had to be. He debated whether he should go see his boyfriend or not, because much as he was scared of these new abilities, his own were probably.. Not that pleasant to have. At least the poison in his blood comes with automatic immunity to it, right? That's one upside.

"Gods, this is a disaster..." The teen muttered as he paced his room nervously. Finally he decided that his traits are... way too visible to ignore, and Xan is probably confused himself, and he would he a bad- no, horrible- boyfriend if he didn't go to check on him. He walked over to his lover's room, keeping his eyes on the floor since it was giving him a headache knowing when things happened to certain things. And even then he could feel a migraine approaching. Gods, this is awful. He knocked on Xan's door. Hoping the man wasn't too disgusted with what just happened to him.

The man’s eyes opened only when the thoughts in his head quieted- that was… odd. He’s usually just aware to knowing time on the dot, that it felt eerily silent to not immediately be able to look over and see that-… why was it doing that? He packed, of course he did- look he was used to not having powers blatantly before he died, but some abilities like those have alway been there, and now they just. Went quiet?? Xan shot up, Fortune Cookie got a brief apology as the cat just barely jumped from the man’s abdomen in time. He never put much in his room, a calendar was by the door, more just for nostalgia of back when he didn’t know things off the to of his head- there was some desk, sorta shitty, but not like really shitty- it was decent. He didn’t bother people about furniture and shit since honestly he just sorta started randomly living there one day, his old notebooks that he had stashed away in camp years and years ago had been retrieved a while back and put into a bookshelf, which was one of the most full things in the room. The small bookshelf and the plants that flourished, which were set atop of it and into the suns rays.

His usually gold gaze snapped to the closet door , since right next to it- was a mirror. He stopped dead in his tracks for a moment.. before approaching, moving closer to see just.. what the hell happened. One hand gripped at his hair now- as if to see if somehow one of Eves siblings or some shit like cursed his mirror to play a trick on him or something… but no. He grasped at locks that were the same length as before, yes, but adorned more curls. That color where it’s teetering in between blonde and brunette, but not quite dirty blonde. That strand of hair that usually was in his face, now curled slightly and framed in, and he felt his shoulders tense just at the image. Blue eyes with specks of gold and a ring of it that outlined the pupil, is what he locked onto. It’s a shade of blue easy to forget- the kind that’s deep but bright, where it is a bit between a vibrant beauty, and an ominous glow.

The ticking was almost drowning out the noises in his head. Almost. So now his mind was one huge cacophony of tick-tock-tick-tock-you're-useless-tick-what-is-tock-happening-tick-tock-here. Something like that. Except ten times louder than it normally would. Theo felt like he was going to explode, at this point. He wanted to go back to his regular powers- even if he didn't like them, at least they were... manageable. He wasn't used to this, and everything felt so loud, and he hated it- hated every painfully aware second of it. He wished Xan wouldn't have to go through that.

But unfortunately, Theo lived in the palace. And that's where Charlotte lives. And Edan felt an uncanny urge to protect Charlotte. Weird. Annoying.

Edan appeared around a corner as to not scare Theo with his teleportation and near-instantaneous appearance. He walked around the corner, maintaining a good 6 foot distance.

"Hey, man. Are you doing okay?"

- @the-lord-enchanter

Theo, still stuck under the mist, despite Conan trying to help him- it just kept coming back, and he doesn't see the point in getting rid of it anymore, was wandering the halls of the palace. He didn't have any jewelry on, and has honestly stopped caring about the way he looks. Everything just rests on his nightstand in his room, probably never to be picked up again.