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I'm not whole.
it's horribly cold in the forest, and taleis supposes he should have brought a heavier jacket or something. let it be said that taleis is definitely not the god of forethought. the god of forethought would probably squish him like a bug. that is how awful taleis is at forethought. the god of forethought would find his mere presence insulting.
so, taleis is in the forest, and he is quite cold, and he'd prefer to be sitting by the fire and eating fondue with justin bieber than freezing out here. he shoves his hands as far into the pockets of his flimsy coat and, gods, he'd even take a scarves and taleis thinks that scarves are the most pretentious thing ever, seriously, he is that desperate.
"i hate everything," he says, huffing out a breath and sitting down stubbornly on a rock
so, taleis is in the forest, and he is quite cold, and he'd prefer to be sitting by the fire and eating fondue with justin bieber than freezing out here. he shoves his hands as far into the pockets of his flimsy coat and, gods, he'd even take a scarves and taleis thinks that scarves are the most pretentious thing ever, seriously, he is that desperate.
"i hate everything," he says, huffing out a breath and sitting down stubbornly on a rock