#hate unconditional

sketchbook page from today, death spells ruined my life (thanks frank)

An older man in a DRAAG uniform, smoking store-bought seated by the counter. His roots are blonde, faded into a dirty brown. Alone, with a half full Bellini on the counter in front of him. ]

— sincerely, @draagsbutler

[The bar had been quietly familiar to the Sentinel, a place he'd found himself frequenting, with or without interaction. He was almost dissuaded from doing his job, in fact; unfortunately, upon seeing the individual he'd once marked as defiant, he was back in business mode, and quickly made his way over to the bar.]

[Once beside the stranger, he cleared his throat and held an unlit cigarette between his fingers. He always had a pack on him, mainly as a conversation starter.]

death spells, live at the basement