#recordead

    there’s something humorous on being told to be careful—that there were dangerous people roaming the streets at night, in the red district out of anywhere else.  it brings a chortle out of him when he knew it shouldn’t; brushing off her concern with reassuring words that were spoken with confidence. his posture, that of someone that had little to fear in this situation, as he was no stranger to treacherous encounters. violence was a prominent part of his life, after all.

you see the man that looms above you , stench of coffee burning nose stained with soft warmth . heart flutters with butterflies , crawling across skin with eight hairy legs &. wait what ... ? oh no that 's spiders ... with a soft , honey like giggle leaves lips of pink . ❛   oh !! sorry , i didn 't see you there ! HI! i 'm stitches , nice to meet you !! you smell a lot like coffee , is that your favourite drink ... ?  ❜

─「蛍」─  “ welcome ! ah, nice timing ! ” the female barista, upon hearing the chime of the bell at the door and his silhouette entering the CAFE, immediately lifted a hand to catch his attention. “ i have a surprise for you. ” good thing that it was a little slow for the afternoon and not many customers, so she could show him something she had prepared.

*blinks and chirps in delight, dances in the water*

   CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT. antoine isn’t used to having any limit to their powers, accustomed to being able to wield them without consequence. they were aware that their flight from the feywild injured their wings, leaving them in pain, aching whenever they’d summon them into existence in the past, but this? 

   trying to summon them, use them, and pass out from the exhaustion of it all? it’s ridiculously pathetic, a feeling that tightens and festers in their chest, putting a deep frown on their lips the second they wake up.

   and wake up they do, if not because of the gentle poke to their cheek. they’re not sure where they are— on the ground? oh, by the gods— but before they can lament over it even more, they notice the presence of another, unconcerned as they are. unimpressed, maybe, by the sight of antoine’s form collapsed. immediately, they think about manipulating this person’s memory so nobody will remember how utterly pitiful they look right now.

   ‘ i’m awake. ‘ it’s a rather blank statement as they stare at the sky above, not even trying to get up. their back hurts. they know they couldn’t get back up if they wanted to.

Curious bright teal irises look around at his surroundings before his sight fell on the one asking a question, head slightly tilts as past memories they had seem to have disappeared.

Where was he? Who was He? Who is this? What was this? Where is this?

His mind know questions before words escape his lips, looking at the woman before he spoke.

Answered @recordead