he was so mad, and kinda scared. you asked him to join the enforcers, of course he denied because why would we join the enforcers when they have been oppressing his people forever!

he huffs at the thought— but he can’t lie, he misses you so damn much it hurts. he can’t stop seeing you everywhere his mind is going crazy when he’s just trying to forget you, but he loves. he has been drinking and even worse, fighting in the pits for some money..

he’s in his tiny room, staring at himself in the broken mirror, exhausted and tired. his hair in a messy ponytail, still blonde on the roots but black on the length, black eyeshadow smudged all over his cheeks. bandages around his arms and some bruises on his bare chest.

he grips the sink, knock knock "Loris im busy.. come back later" he mutters, loud enough for the person behind the door to hear.

"it’s not loris" the voice says, he immediately recognizes your voice, he rush and open the door.