location: dream; newsroom starter for: @jacksonxvisconti
The scent of burnt coffee was pungent, almost overpowering the other smells that practically whirled around the room. Tobacco smoke, fresh ink on warm paper, and sweat. A kind of sweat that only comes from heightened nerves, eyes peeking around the room to get some kind of sense of place. Desks and office chairs littered the space as she slunk through the shadows, the only light seeming to come from digital screens, and finally made out a figure that sat within its center. His brows creased, hues sharp as they focused on something just out of sight of Farrah’s view as she inched closer. She had seen similar looks on men in the past, hovering over large parchments of maps and battlefield strategies, though that didn’t appear to be the case here. Her mouth gaped open for a moment, but words caught in her throat at the absence of anything useful to say as she took in more of the scene.