She lay facing away from him, a move he found peculiar. Hells, the fact that she was this close at all was odd.
He cleared his throat.
"Did something happen?"
"Why do you care?"
"Excuse me for wondering why you're suddenly so comfortable invading my space."
- Rare Comforts, written by Bimbling.
An illustration piece I did, in partnership with my partner who is a dear writer, and a mean Apollo to my Graves as well.




















