BOARDWALK [ billy is a reality-warping witch, so he probably looks a lot more put-together than most people coming in off the shore. he's already perfectly dry, his hair styled, and he's clothed, and there's a shawl draped around his shoulders that looks like it could have been cut out of a whirling galaxy. stars drift lazily by on the fabric, and the effect is slightly dizzying as it shifts and folds with his movements.
he's polite as he accepts the cornucopia, smile a little confused still, but the kind one he so often uses as the emperor's consort. once the figure hurries away to hand out more, though, he lifts out the little jar and shakes it with a rueful expression. ] I guess it's asking too much to hope this is kosher? [ sure, he's pretty lapsed, and he lives in space most of the time, but he tries when he can. ]
THE ORPHANAGE How-- [ billy's voice dries up in his throat as he accepts the framed photograph, fingers feeling numb with surprise. ] How did you get this..?
[ the photo itself is one he doesn't remember specifically, but since it was clearly taken at he and teddy's formal wedding, it could have come from any one of their family members, friends, or other guests. it looks like their first dance, their arms around one another, billy's head thrown back in a laugh at something teddy's said.
he rubs a thumb fondly over teddy in the photo, then glances up at someone else milling around returning a prosthetic. he lifts the frame, brows arching. ] Do you have any idea where they get these? [ if there's a crack in the multiverse somewhere, maybe he can widen it and slip through. ]
WILDCARD [ feel free to use one of the other prompts, encounter him elsewhere, or pm for a personal starter. ]
billy kaplan-altman ( marvel )
[ billy is a reality-warping witch, so he probably looks a lot more put-together than most people coming in off the shore. he's already perfectly dry, his hair styled, and he's clothed, and there's a shawl draped around his shoulders that looks like it could have been cut out of a whirling galaxy. stars drift lazily by on the fabric, and the effect is slightly dizzying as it shifts and folds with his movements.
he's polite as he accepts the cornucopia, smile a little confused still, but the kind one he so often uses as the emperor's consort. once the figure hurries away to hand out more, though, he lifts out the little jar and shakes it with a rueful expression. ] I guess it's asking too much to hope this is kosher? [ sure, he's pretty lapsed, and he lives in space most of the time, but he tries when he can. ]
THE ORPHANAGE
How-- [ billy's voice dries up in his throat as he accepts the framed photograph, fingers feeling numb with surprise. ] How did you get this..?
[ the photo itself is one he doesn't remember specifically, but since it was clearly taken at he and teddy's formal wedding, it could have come from any one of their family members, friends, or other guests. it looks like their first dance, their arms around one another, billy's head thrown back in a laugh at something teddy's said.
he rubs a thumb fondly over teddy in the photo, then glances up at someone else milling around returning a prosthetic. he lifts the frame, brows arching. ] Do you have any idea where they get these? [ if there's a crack in the multiverse somewhere, maybe he can widen it and slip through. ]
WILDCARD
[ feel free to use one of the other prompts, encounter him elsewhere, or pm for a personal starter. ]