✧・ﾟ@wingslain liked for a starter.
NO ONE WORD HAS HELD THE WEIGHT of so many possibilities. He’s had been adamant about going, going where? To his new ‘home’, someplace called The Old Woodland. Most would have questioned where they were, possibly wanting answers on how to exist such a place. None of those ideas came in mind, instead, it was something much more entirely ( something far much more important to him. )
‘ Our system has located a suitable roommate by the name Lucifer ‘
( IT HAD TO BE SOME SORT OF CONFIDENCE ) he thought, ---- there must have been others with such names like that ( right? ) Of course, he could not avoid it forever, he had to enter in there soon enough. This is what bought him here, a sense of urge building up, but he ignored them. Ignoring every little thing that had been running through his mind, even the familiar aura that he senses he would ignore.
IT WOULD BE A LIE TO SAY HE WASN’T NERVOUS, though; because that wasn’t true at all and for the first time since arriving, his attention is suddenly drawn to the door as he hears someone. Even though the wood, he recognized that muffled voice, adrenaline shoots through him, coupled with excitement and a pinch of nerves as Sandalpon’s hand gripped the doorknob. He holds his breath and counts to three.
One... ( he turned the knob ) Two...( he opened the door. )
❛ Lucifer...--- ❜
Three.... ( And there he was. )
