[ He drops back onto the ground the moment he lays eyes on...himself. His heart has lept up, lodging itself right into his throat. It makes it hard to breathe, chest clenched tight.
Murphy's eyes are wide and wild, ticking around the features of Ronan's face. It looks like him, almost like him. A near copy but something is off, it's minuscule but Murphy notices it. The man in front of him, he looked older. He was looking at an older version of himself.
And a few inches taller. ] I don't know what the hell is going on here or what the hell you are but back the fuck up.
Re: De Chima
Murphy's eyes are wide and wild, ticking around the features of Ronan's face. It looks like him, almost like him. A near copy but something is off, it's minuscule but Murphy notices it. The man in front of him, he looked older. He was looking at an older version of himself.
And a few inches taller. ] I don't know what the hell is going on here or what the hell you are but back the fuck up.