Dec 19, 2017
ʟʀ . butterflies && white lies
His body has been here for some time. Mercury can see the bones of his father’s body... It seems nobody has given him a funeral.
There’s dust, curling over the remains of the stairs that once led to his father’s bedroom. He watches it with the same amount of dispassion as he had when it had burned down.
Melted glass. Covering the kitchen floor. The crystal that his father had prized so much had turned upon him && set the house ablaze.
&& voices, from his old abode, the laboratory mostly untouched except for the research area. Silent, he glides down to observe the intruder.
Oh. How deliciously ironic.
Hunted for different reasons && a different cause, He, @saecris, has found the lab of a madman.
