@crownedphoenix liked for a small starter.
Buried deep beneath a pile of papers that seemed to line his desk from one side to the other, the old telepath let out a deep, and somewhat troubled, sigh. He sat back in his chair, his tired gaze simply staring down at the work in front of him that didn’t appear to diminishing, no matter how many hours he put it. Or so it felt. That was until a familiar presence nudged at his senses, and the pensive look on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a look of relief yet a hint of concern. “You should be resting.”
















