#taintdcrown

Now this was a problem. All travel and no rest was wearing him thin, and he didn’t have a mind to figure out where “home” was. The key in his pocket that he’d been told to so carefully guard had been misplaced ages ago. And the ID winking back at him didn’t give him a single clue as to what to do. 

Sulking, (not that you could tell with his usual expression), he sighed loud enough to disturb some bird, causing it to leap from its perch and into the air. Or so it thought- as he unceremoniously snapped it into his hand mid-flight, ignoring the angry chirps. 

That little commotion was enough to draw another set of eyes on him, and Mithra turned his head to give an unimpressed one over at the onlooker. 

kalim: do you need more water to calm down? ‘v’

        he pretends to not care. show very little of his own true feeling, he had been meant to be sent home for the holiday. every student was doing that, the warm sun that was meant to hit his fair skin; the smell of the farm animals that belonged to his beloved parents. a place that he could have wished nothing more than happiness to be within / instead such a dream would be far from happening. 

        achillia. a place that he never heard of --- dimensions were not out of the ordinary for him. twisted Wonderland was practically a dimension, so, were his home. village of harvest. that place itself was considered a dimension && many was. he’s heard of all the places, this, this itself was not something he’s heard of --- must have been a mistake ( the mirror had been wrong to assign him to pomefiore && now it had made this awful mistake, truly, the school needed a new replacement. )

        eyes filled with nothing but wonder, exploring the room that had been assigned for him --- silence befell over the angel, taking a careful step inside. && within that very moment, he’s mind instantly explored everything he possibly could. far too different from his own world; windows, doors that could be opened, so many things, far too different from his own.

        excitement building up within, mind wonder; wishing nothing more than to look at everything he could ( from opening the kitchen cabinets, seeing the balcony of his apartment && entering into one of the closed rooms that once looking had been nothing more than an empty bedroom. )

        && just like that, a hand gripped onto the doorknob. turning it without so much of a thought, head popping in. blue orbs widening spotting somebody within the room, silence once again falling ‘pon his shoulder, blinking; lips curving forming a warm && bright smile.