Not so much the appearance, [ jayce had foresaken his pristine golden boy looks for his more rugged exterior the moment his life changed in that ravine. it's not about looking in the mirror and seeing a broken man in a tattered stag's build. jayce rubs his wrist, where the source of his bright white scarring clashes with the nebulae swirling around his body. ] but feeling— alive.
[ it was about seeing and feeling himself dead. dead. and dead. a corpse looked back at him in the bathroom. ]
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[ it was about seeing and feeling himself dead. dead. and dead. a corpse looked back at him in the bathroom. ]