idalie
ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀʙʏʟᴏɴ
Lord Briarwood
"Everyone dies. Everyone leaves. Nothing is permanent. But I can bring her back. I can bring her back to me. I can be forgiven." He hissed, Sylas appearing to grin deludedly. The entire series of events finally taking its toll upon his mind. Paralysis beginning to fade from his upper half as he grunted furiously in exertion, swinging his half-asleep body upright. Staring past Nicolai as he reached out, clasping the werewolf's sleeve. One shaking movement after another as he stumbled through the doorway and kept his weight upon the wall. Knocking over various pieces of antiquity without care, his feet embedded with glass. He had unspoken work to do. Notes, research, the dark occult ringing at his fingertips.
@Finnick @Xena