Axel (
f1re0nthesun) wrote in
kingdomdressing2010-08-21 12:06 am
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drag me from the fire;
[how unfortunate for anyone in this particular common area tonight; there's a muffled pop followed by Axel appearing in midair, briefly suspended as if hung by his wrists from something, before he falls the five or six feet to the floor and lands hard, limbs twisted under him. he's unconscious, and looks like someone who's been stranded in a desert with no night, or who's been sitting far too close to a bonfire for too long. his clothing is in shreds, full of scorched holes with crispy black edges. he could almost pass as a mummy, albeit a fried one; his body sunken and gaunt, skin flushed an angry red and peeling over the bony places close to the surface, mouth half-open for the shallow, faltering breaths he's still managing to take through cracked lips. there are blistered wounds on his wrists, and slightly closer inspection will reveal that the ring on his left hand is almost embedded in the skin, cooling from a barely-there glow of heat with every passing second. somewhere in the dressing room, there's a matching ring that should be cooling as well, now that Axel's home.]

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