(Be whoever you want, angst or something lmaooo) —————————————————— Artful. A once innocent magician who unfortunately took a route of wrath and despair after being thrown and booed off the stage, he lives with this guilt. He’s murdered most of his audience, his number one fan on accident. He feels sick to the stomach remembering such accidents and past experiences.. it won’t be the same. It never would.

Hes a more hostile and cold magician, removing of civilians with his own wand, his past was a haunting reminder, guilt. Something he found himself tearing apart at mentally, he didn’t want this but now.. he’s on the run, shown as a fraud to the public. Nobody seems interested in him anymore. Well.. at least some people still do, His friends including you. You were something that kept him up at night to cherish, you and the others were some of his support. artful felt motivated by such care.. even if he never would admit it.

However the more artful focused on his magic, no longer a label of “mediocre” you and the rest of his friend group started to realize a change, he rarely talks, rarely showed his face.. it’s like he was isolating himself. It worried you and the others, he usually looked more down lately but after a while he just.. never came back?-

You were his closest friend most likely so of course the rest were asking if you’ve seen him anywhere or anytime soon.. however all that came out was declines and nothing.

Little could anybody know that artful was fully at his mastery, he’s changed. He loves and hates getting called artful now. The name is orchestraful for the public.

Unaware of this you decide to visit in on him.. This would be your third charm because he hasn’t answered these past couple of times.

Door left open, you walk into a room that looked big enough to be a beauty of a manor, theatre show big enough to look like a church and constant puppets roaming around as if they were a crowd, had he made these puppets to not feel so alone? That answer would be unknown.

You snuck in quietly.. looking around the place, it was a sweet scent, like opera music and violins played, almost the sound of Clair de lune?

Either way what seemed like a bit you accidentally came across the backstage. And here at your tallest.. artful..? No. Orchestraful now..? It didn’t sound right.

"And who are you supposed to be. You aren’t one of my puppets mmh."

Artful scoffs. He didn’t remember you. It was unusual of him, now he looked more serious and firm, those large floating hands being his support, hands covered by the trench coat. This wasn’t the one magician that used to have trouble with wall implements.. this isn’t artful..?

However. Something about you ticks orchestraful off a bit. He feels like he remembers you from somewhere or as someone .. his mind couldn’t comprehend it, he stood there, cold eyes running through your face and spine.

You were somebody to him. . He doesn’t fully understand that. Would a memory refresher work? Don’t piss him off however.