Coming Back from the Brink
AL spoilers will NOT be tagged.

Current M!A: None

Status: No longer wearing blue
contact lenses, so his eyes are reddish brown in appearance and he's wearing red glasses. No mask, cape, or boa anymore. He is also conflicted about his true identity.

After succeeding in his quest to discover the Azran Legacies, Jean Descole has settled in London, determined to start anew, letting go of his gaudy disguise for good. There have been, and still are several struggles along the way, and events from his past coming back to haunt him, though he is trying his best to become the good-hearted person he feels he was meant to be.

((Image Source: http://www.pixiv.com/works/26226453/manga))
Pretend to be my character’s mother/father in the ask box anonymously

(Source: kenny-mccormck)

mintteaandmemory:

descolehitpostlimityetagain:

"Yes, that would be splendid! Do you think we should simply have an intimate celebration? I’m not quite sure as to what he’d like to do…I suppose I should ask."

"Well, yes. You could try asking him if he has any friends he wants to invite over."

[Did Aaron…

"I’m…not quite sure he has any outside of the family, but I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to ask. And blueberry cake sounds wonderful. Regardless of the size of the celebration, I’m sure Aaron will enjoy it."

Desk Cleaning

mintteaandmemory:

descolehitpostlimityetagain:

"Alright, we’ll start with that. I do apologize for the mess…I should have taken care of this quite some time ago."

"Well, these last few months have been very busy. I can’t really blame you for that."

[She said, continuing to work through the papers she had on her hands.]

"Do we have a typewriter? We could make a manuscript and find someone who will help us print it. I know someone that can can help us get a first edition of a thousand or so copies."

"Yes, it’s…probably somewhere in one of the storage closets."

Let’s hang out with the WOLVES

mintteaandmemory:

descolehitpostlimityetagain:

"Quite true. Though…I quite like how quaint it is."

"Yes… it’s relaxing. It’s a great place to just be without worrying too much about time…"

[She closed her eyes and sighed.]

"… Ah, do you need any help serving dinner?"

"Yes, if you wouldn’t mind. Things will be easier that way."

baruchthechosen:

descolehitpostlimityetagain:

baruchthechosen:

descolehitpostlimityetagain:

"Indeed. Is there anything else you wanted to ask? Perhaps say?"

Oh no, he was onto him.

"Er….w-well not really-"

"Are you sure?"

You really couldn’t hide the guilt on the boy’s face. He didn’t like to lie, lying was bad!

"E-er…"

He felt bad for manipulating him like this, but it was important that he tell the truth. “Well?”

dxcadent:

descolehitpostlimityetagain:

"I could not turn you down, Jean…But it does upset me that you haven’t shown anything akin to civility to me until now."

Oh, it upsets you, does it? I’m so sorry for hurting the wonderful Descole’s precious little feelings. You think you’re so fucking important, don’t you? I’ve hurt so many other people, most of them more than I’ve hurt you, most likely — and you’re upset?

"No, I don’t. It’s no issue that you hold your other victims in a higher regard than me. I don’t care. Would you like my assistance or not."

baruchthechosen:

descolehitpostlimityetagain:

"Indeed. Is there anything else you wanted to ask? Perhaps say?"

Oh no, he was onto him.

"Er….w-well not really-"

"Are you sure?"

dxcadent:

descolehitpostlimityetagain:

"You think I’ll help you just because you asked?"
Well, that was his job, but-
"If this is an attempt to use me, I don’t appreciate it whatsoever. Pardon me if I’ve yet to trust you." The last words were spoken with an obvious tone of sarcasm.

[ Jean leaned…

"I could not turn you down, Jean…But it does upset me that you haven’t shown anything akin to civility to me until now."

"Indeed. Is there anything else you wanted to ask? Perhaps say?"

(Source: descolehitpostlimityetagain)

descolehitpostlimityetagain:

"Ah…Yes, you’re quite right. I should help you with that." A cluttered desk equaled a cluttered mind, and it was no secret that everything Hershel worked with was cluttered. His notes were scribbles, his desk was a mess. How on earth did the man get anything…

"Alright, we’ll start with that. I do apologize for the mess…I should have taken care of this quite some time ago."