That... that wasn't good. The tattoos were agonizing, and Adelheid could feel the delicate lines spreading across his face, each stretch causing a fresh stab of pain that seemed to extend all the way into the core of his being.
Soon Adelheid stumbled against the stone wall, and he rested his cheek against it, as though the cold there could somehow mitigate the suffering he felt. It didn't, of course, and so he turned again, sliding down the wall and keeping his good eye on the greenhouse. Only after a moment did he realize that he hadn't met with Hohenheim that night... hah... well, what did it matter? It wasn't like either he or Lust would meet with him anyway, not considering his own bloody past. Maybe it would be best just to sit here and wait...
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That... that wasn't good. The tattoos were agonizing, and Adelheid could feel the delicate lines spreading across his face, each stretch causing a fresh stab of pain that seemed to extend all the way into the core of his being.
Soon Adelheid stumbled against the stone wall, and he rested his cheek against it, as though the cold there could somehow mitigate the suffering he felt. It didn't, of course, and so he turned again, sliding down the wall and keeping his good eye on the greenhouse. Only after a moment did he realize that he hadn't met with Hohenheim that night... hah... well, what did it matter? It wasn't like either he or Lust would meet with him anyway, not considering his own bloody past. Maybe it would be best just to sit here and wait...