Private Finished Fire In The Soul

He sat quietly against a tree, just outside the school, the snow still heavy on the ground. It was cold, he didn't do well in the cold, yet he didn't feel it, he didn't feel much at all.

The bandaged boy would flip through some business card, ones he'd gotten from various magical businesses and consultants. A few from fae, a few from demons, not the best people to make deals with.

The voices started to kick in and he'd sigh, taking a breath and closing his eyes. They never really stopped, just sometimes they were a bit quieter, other times a bit louder. He'd keep his clothes until he heard s voice and he'd slowly open them. He was faced a demon girl, one he recognized. "Uh....hi?" he'd say, "did you need something?" @Abbysaurus

"Rowan," he'd say, squinting at her a little, "my names Rowan." He'd sit up, not even feeling when a clump of snow fell from the tree, landing on shoulder.

"Uh....I saw you at the community center right?" that night with the soul dealer and all the strangeness. "Don't.....don't think I caught your name either."

The girl didn't look human, but she wasn't triggering his elder sense, so it didn't bother him.

He'd blink in surprise and confusion at that name, definitely something that would throw the grandson of a pastor for a loop. He'd look at her hand, before taking it and shaking it. "Uh.....good to meet you," he'd say, his southern accent showing a bit.

Rowan would shrug. "I'm used to drama, it doesn't really matter anymore," he'd tilt his head, his eyes kinda curious. "Wasn't your fault anyways, so yeah, its ok."

"Hyperthermia?" he'd ask, "yeah, I can get it."

He'd look at his shoulder. "Huh....yeah I.....I don't feel cold," he'd brush the snow, "or much anything physical really." Not that he currently gave much care regarding his health.

"No, no, you were fine," he'd say, offering a tiny smile, "I'm....I don't know....kinda desensitized I guess." He'd flick some snow from his hands.

"Besides you didn't really do anything....if anything you seemed kinda nice and sweet even though we didn't really talk."

"He....gave me a card," he'd snort, "but I'm not eighteen yet, so it doesn't matter, that's what they all told me." He'd sought out a lot of similar wish granters.

As for what he was feeling, frustration, emotional pain and fear would be the prominent ones. "So, yeah, doesn't matter I guess," he'd say with a shrug.

"You just wanted to ask about all that?" he'd ask, tilting his head.