Uuu, Lachlan enters the chat.
"– late twenties now, more muscular, though he moved quick as ever. He’d added more ink to his aegis too; burning silvered roses now threading along the sides of his skull, glowing thorns and blooms scrolling down his cheek. His wounded hand was gloveless, the letters W I L L etched in silver below his knuckles. Emerald eyes were edged with kohl, but the whites showed no trace of red."
— May 16, 2026 01:20AM
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