the room is decorated with patches of darkness . the blood of something that’s existed long before & will persist long after them bleeding from the corners inward where it affiliates with the flux of artificial light acceding from a single window , silver splaying ivoride against the bedsheets beneath his legs . tonight he has decided to evince moonlight’s entry , as opposed to sitting himself beneath an icteric lamplight or not being there at all .
❝ i turned down the mission in modeoheim. ❞ silence distances the two . any show of internal reflection he deems unnecessary between them , & instead he opts to be matter - of - fact , as if presenting a case of felony — MAYBE HIS OWN. ❝ told them to let the kid take it instead . ❞
☆ @starszakrew !
