Claude isn't sure what it is, other than the prevailing sensation of oddness. His head hurts more lately, and he feels himself becoming hot and clammy in equal measures, a ringing in his ears, a sharp sensitivity to his skin as even his softest fabrics feel stifling when dragged across it. Worst of all is the ringing in his head, the way that everything seems bright and loud.
He's getting sick, he decides, despite what he considers to be an absolutely stellar immune system. Determined to nonetheless go about his business, Claude sets to his daily routine if not only to stock up on goods before he has to sequester himself inside with a terrible cold, busying himself in the apothecary, dropping things off at the clinic, or otherwise found around town, hands busy, attention split.
Perhaps if his attention wasn't so split, he'd realize that while he's hearing the buzz of chatter no matter where he goes, people's lips aren't moving -- perhaps next, back turned, he'll respond to a thought you absolutely didn't utter aloud. What's on your mind, champ? ]
draconic
[ It happens slowly, at first. So slowly that Claude can remain in denial for just a little longer, rubbing salve on what he believes is a nasty rash on the inside of his wrist until he checks again, and feels a dreadful fear settle over him when instead of skin, he sees a small patch of black scales. He has not thought of Demonic Beasts in a long time, truly, but you never forget the true bone-deep terror of them. Not from fighting them on the battlefield, which is frightful enough, but from watching the transformation happen before his very eyes -- men corrupted and twisted, screaming in fear and agony as their entire being is subsumed by something else, mindless and deadly and utterly petrifying. It only spreads from there, the odd patch of scales here, a flash of a yellow eye glancing at him in the mirror before it seems to disappear entirely, an incisor that's just slightly too long for comfort.
Perhaps you find him in one of his usual haunts, and manage to catch him in the act of hiding it: glancing beneath his sleeve, only to try to hurriedly tug his glove back on before anyone can notice, smoothly covering whatever emotions he may be combatting.
Or perhaps you're there when he first discovers it, in the middle of the street as he idly scratches at his wrist, then grows to discover he cannot feel his thumbnail against his skin. He's so overcome by emotion then that he has to flee attention entirely and ducks into an alley, eyes wide and hand slapped across his mouth as ice-cold fear seems to wrap its tendrils around his lungs. Ten breaths, he tells himself. Ten breaths of panic is all he can afford himself before he needs to act.
One... two... three... ]
[ OOC: I will be doing more custom to-levels for anyone who would like them! For context, Claude will be gaining powers of mind-reading and will be taking on draconic traits over time. Hit me with a wildcard, or contact me via PM, Discord, or on plurk if you'd like me to set one up for you! ]
claude von riegan | fire emblem: three houses
[ Something has changed within him.
Claude isn't sure what it is, other than the prevailing sensation of oddness. His head hurts more lately, and he feels himself becoming hot and clammy in equal measures, a ringing in his ears, a sharp sensitivity to his skin as even his softest fabrics feel stifling when dragged across it. Worst of all is the ringing in his head, the way that everything seems bright and loud.
He's getting sick, he decides, despite what he considers to be an absolutely stellar immune system. Determined to nonetheless go about his business, Claude sets to his daily routine if not only to stock up on goods before he has to sequester himself inside with a terrible cold, busying himself in the apothecary, dropping things off at the clinic, or otherwise found around town, hands busy, attention split.
Perhaps if his attention wasn't so split, he'd realize that while he's hearing the buzz of chatter no matter where he goes, people's lips aren't moving -- perhaps next, back turned, he'll respond to a thought you absolutely didn't utter aloud. What's on your mind, champ? ]
draconic
[ It happens slowly, at first. So slowly that Claude can remain in denial for just a little longer, rubbing salve on what he believes is a nasty rash on the inside of his wrist until he checks again, and feels a dreadful fear settle over him when instead of skin, he sees a small patch of black scales. He has not thought of Demonic Beasts in a long time, truly, but you never forget the true bone-deep terror of them. Not from fighting them on the battlefield, which is frightful enough, but from watching the transformation happen before his very eyes -- men corrupted and twisted, screaming in fear and agony as their entire being is subsumed by something else, mindless and deadly and utterly petrifying. It only spreads from there, the odd patch of scales here, a flash of a yellow eye glancing at him in the mirror before it seems to disappear entirely, an incisor that's just slightly too long for comfort.
Perhaps you find him in one of his usual haunts, and manage to catch him in the act of hiding it: glancing beneath his sleeve, only to try to hurriedly tug his glove back on before anyone can notice, smoothly covering whatever emotions he may be combatting.
Or perhaps you're there when he first discovers it, in the middle of the street as he idly scratches at his wrist, then grows to discover he cannot feel his thumbnail against his skin. He's so overcome by emotion then that he has to flee attention entirely and ducks into an alley, eyes wide and hand slapped across his mouth as ice-cold fear seems to wrap its tendrils around his lungs. Ten breaths, he tells himself. Ten breaths of panic is all he can afford himself before he needs to act.
One... two... three... ]
[ OOC: I will be doing more custom to-levels for anyone who would like them! For context, Claude will be gaining powers of mind-reading and will be taking on draconic traits over time. Hit me with a wildcard, or contact me via PM, Discord, or on plurk if you'd like me to set one up for you! ]