#holyman

@rayshifter

“To Mrs. Harker...” He said aloud tapping his quill into the table with a troubled expression. This was always the hardest part. Though it didn’t stop his quill for long as he began writing, moments passing by before his mouth followed the words again. “I am empowered by Lord Goldalming... Miss Westenra’s letters...“ Stopping again he looked frustrated. He would be meeting this woman soon, the wife of his friend and now partner. Surely he’d already explained much of this, no perhaps he hadn’t. Jonathan was always rather reserved, and it would be expected of such a man to protect his wife’s fears. Hence why the weight rested in his quill. Another ten minutes passed by before he was finishing his letter. He’d be meeting her tomorrow or perhaps the day after, she’d be there to confirm any and all of the information that he had found. 

Not even Abraham Van Helsing was prepared for the events following after. The brilliant, the strong, wise, quick, Churches Favorite Van Helsing. As these dreams grow more and more muddled the farther it remembers. Other than the feelings that came with the spilled paint images. 

Pain

Grief