nightingale
Gale "Nightingale" Jones
male・demisexual・26 years old Nathan Stewart-Jarrett The End of the World by The Carpenters one of Bailia's last prophecy kids married to cryogenic's Gobi breeding slots・3/3 |
I wake up in the morning and I wonder
why everything is the same as it was
When Gale was 13 years old he found a door in the middle of the woods that hadn't been there the day before. He opened the door and walked through to Bailia, a world all of its own, a world of queens and prophecy and purple skies and fierce, hot magic. Gale had been called there to help defeat the ruling queens' arch-nemesis along with three other kids, and they stayed there for three long years while they fought. Gale lost his right arm in battle - he learned to compensate with his left, learned big scale battle magic and friendship and trust and love. He lost a friend in one of the biggest fights and when it was all over he had expected to stay, his family all but forgotten, the modern world vanished behind him. Surprisingly, Bailia sent him home. He reappeared in the woods 16 years old and with an arm he hadn't had for years and he's been stuck here ever since. He aches for the magic he left behind, misses his friends and the Bailian people and the freedom he had there. Now he makes wood furniture for a living, keeps to himself in a house in the Georgian wilds and periodically checks the trees for unusual doors. He doesn't particularly enjoy making furniture but it's something to do with his hands, and it helps keep him calm on rougher days.
He's young but he's world-weary and he has a heaping dose of PTSD on top of that. He carries a long sword with him everywhere he goes, the weapon the closest real world equivalent to what he used to have in Bailia. He sleeps with it in the bed beside him, wears it on his back or at his hip when he's out. He rescued his dog Aspen from a local shelter in an effort to relieve his crippling loneliness and she's been good for him, lightens him when his days get long and dreary and his flashbacks become a little too choking. He rubs his missing-and-returned arm when he's nervous, used to be right-handed but got used to using his left and uses it dominantly still. He's jumpy, doesn't like people coming up quiet behind him, has nightmares when storms roll in and remind him of the magic that used to burn in his blood. He wants desperately to reconnect to the people he met in Bailia, the other kids from his world but that he never bothered asking where they were from exactly; he knows some details of their lives but loose ones, no addresses, no real family information, because none of them ever expected to go back. He knows Cherub and Rhythm are out there somewhere and he's determined to find them.
He's young but he's world-weary and he has a heaping dose of PTSD on top of that. He carries a long sword with him everywhere he goes, the weapon the closest real world equivalent to what he used to have in Bailia. He sleeps with it in the bed beside him, wears it on his back or at his hip when he's out. He rescued his dog Aspen from a local shelter in an effort to relieve his crippling loneliness and she's been good for him, lightens him when his days get long and dreary and his flashbacks become a little too choking. He rubs his missing-and-returned arm when he's nervous, used to be right-handed but got used to using his left and uses it dominantly still. He's jumpy, doesn't like people coming up quiet behind him, has nightmares when storms roll in and remind him of the magic that used to burn in his blood. He wants desperately to reconnect to the people he met in Bailia, the other kids from his world but that he never bothered asking where they were from exactly; he knows some details of their lives but loose ones, no addresses, no real family information, because none of them ever expected to go back. He knows Cherub and Rhythm are out there somewhere and he's determined to find them.
I can't understand, no, I can't understand
how life goes on the way it does
art credit・
gray !, satyn, KaatLove, Lyrics, Medd,
SilverCrescentMoon, Owl Trowel, rockosaur
gray !, satyn, KaatLove, Lyrics, Medd,
SilverCrescentMoon, Owl Trowel, rockosaur