#divinityblooded

--She lost her place. She was kind of too busy looking up, eyes affixed to the corner of a jaw, her dark green ones skating over skin over and over and over. She couldn’t actually-- think about much else. She can’t right now, matter of fact. She’s not a mess, sometimes. Especially when it comes to Glinda. With Glinda...? She thinks she could be okay, like, somehow, some way, someplace. She doesn’t know. (She’s also on an Ativan right now, just one, bottle casually palmed from her landlord’s medicine cabinet on the way out. And man, it’s such a fuzzy mellow.)

       The city was largely unfamiliar. Nothing about it rang any sort of bells in his head -- nothing at all triggered any kind of memory about where he was -- and the welcome package he’d been presented with hadn’t been helpful. Although, he wasn’t angry at the box of chocolate bars. They’d given him a crappy squirt gun and a useless mug. He’d glared at the mug as if that would do anything before sweeping out of the apartment because he wouldn’t be getting any answers sitting on his ass.

     He spent what felt like hours scouring the streets for information. He found out a few things. One, this place was called Koi. Two, the mayor was missing apparently. Three, it wasn’t anywhere he knew. What he couldn’t figure out was how he’d gotten here.

     Frustrated, he fell onto a bench just outside the library. He supposed that would be his next move. Leaning forward, he let his head drop into his hands before breathing in deeply and leaning back. He reached into his pocket and pulled out one of the bars of chocolate he’d been given. As luck would have it, he unwrapped it, but just as he was about to take a bite, the melted treat fell onto his lap.