otherworldly & threatening

Midas can hear them. He can smell them. He can never quite fucking see them, something that drives him near-mad. He isn't their target. He isn't what they seek, so they pay him no mind. There are hunters out here, but they don't hunt silly men with death wishes. Or at least... that's what Midas tells himself. He tells himself the reason they haven't snatched him up is because they don't want him. Fuck, maybe he's just lucky. Hell if he knows. The danger isn't real enough to him. It's not real enough for him to take seriously.

Winter... that was real. That was a real and ever-approaching threat. What would it matter, if someone was trying to snatch him? What would it matter if they snatched him, when he'd already froze to death all on his own! Riddle him that. Fuck, Midas was dragging his feet while he was walking again. It's hard being this tired! (Man are you for real?) His posture had grown lazy, and he's more dragging himself along. It's only when he thinks he's found a good-enough spot that someone calls out-- sharp. A patrol? A girl? Midas's head came up, on alert at once.

Enough girls had kicked his ass for him to know better in this case, but shhh. Midas didn't even need to tense, though. "Easy does it officer," the words fall past his lips easily enough. He even manages a smile, practiced relaxation kicking in. "Name's Midas, I'm not lookin' for trouble." Head low, eyes a little wider than he'd usually let them be. Is this how you look non-threatening?