[AW] Wait For It

[Iliad]

It wasn’t often the circumstance of his birth weighed on him, but for once he found himself pouting. His wings remain tucked at his side and his eyes shut tightly with both ears pinned against his skull, banjo resting at his side. For once there is no appeal in his pitiful dirges as he broods, spending his thoughts lost in angst of what could have been and what will never be. “Listen..” Iliad says lifting his head and staring up towards the sky, as if the four wind mothers might hear him even in this foreign land. “I really don’t appreciate that because I’ve got a dick I’m not good enough for ya guys. Where are the wind dads? What is supposed to happen to boys like me!?” He shakes out his hair and then stares back down at the ground, for once he’s relieved Nicodemus isn’t here with him to see the typically cheerful smile lost from his face.   mathèo I've been running through life and cruising toward death If you think that I'm scared you've got me wrong If you don't know my name, you'll know it now I belong bodily to the earth I'm just wearing old bones from those that came first

^{Image Credits}