It was a nice day as the sun beamed comfortably down upon the River village. People moved busily through dock areas as one man who didn’t really look like a regular took a place over the side of one the wooden pathways. Vexel had taken it to himself to say fuck off to routines and go fishing! So after a quick hip and a scop, he was over in the River Village. Luckily he was able to score some of those little squirmy things people called worms for bait. Yay!
After arriving at the spot, he’d taken off his coat, and folded it up nicely before sitting on it. His tan, but scar covered arms got sun for the first time in a long time. He reached into his own shadow, which quickly spooked some other people, and pulled out what would seem like a standard fishing rod….but it was constructed of what would seem to be solidified Darkness, or shadows. He took a worm, and hooked it through the metal barbs then casted it out.
His other hand reached out to a bag marshmallows that he sat out earlier, and bit into once before humming. Today is going to be wonderful!
After arriving at the spot, he’d taken off his coat, and folded it up nicely before sitting on it. His tan, but scar covered arms got sun for the first time in a long time. He reached into his own shadow, which quickly spooked some other people, and pulled out what would seem like a standard fishing rod….but it was constructed of what would seem to be solidified Darkness, or shadows. He took a worm, and hooked it through the metal barbs then casted it out.
His other hand reached out to a bag marshmallows that he sat out earlier, and bit into once before humming. Today is going to be wonderful!