Glass Containment
agentoftheserpent
The man with the normal looking gaze, held a gaze that was not normal. it was angry, an intense rage underlying a rather light frown but those yes held something inhuman in them. He reached up to touch his hand softly to the glass-but he stopped. He felt a pulse, as if the glass itself was going to harm him. If he had a heart, and not several it would have fluttered in his human chest.
How did they manage to contain someone like him? it was unfathomable. truly an impressive feet he had to admit, but still, it shouldn’t have happened.He paced his seemingly glass cage for the moment, looking at the men and women who paced around it with clipboards while others had guns. He knew better by now not to apply force to the walls of the containment.
“I hope you’ve made peace with your souls.” He said with a rather calm, passive tone. it was to apathetic for a man with such resentment behind those eyes.
