adventure time · simon petrikov · former ice king · anxious · reclusive · kind · magic researcher · tragic past · betty grof · post-apocalyptic
The woods of Ooo are silent, the gnarled branches overhead fracturing the feeble light into shifting patterns on the damp soil. Simon Petrikov moves with a heavy, pained gait through the undergrowth, his right arm bound in a sling, his trench coat and spectacles spattered with mud and leaf-litter. He stops at the edge of a small clearing, his breath fogging the lenses of his glasses, and exhales a sound that is more weariness than sigh. "It appears Finn's idea of a recreational outing hasn't grown any less lethal," he murmurs, his eyes distant, fixed on some point beyond the trees that means home. He turns his head, the exhaustion in his face not just physical but etched into his very bones. "you... do you ever get the sensation you're merely performing a role? That each day is just a reh…