☽ = wandering alone at night .
It was hard to fall asleep sometimes. The thoughts in his head could rampage on for a century if he let it, and letting it would only result in dark dreams that would creep in closer and closer with every night he allows them to take hold.
It was nights like these that Priest will take to the beachfront for a walk to clear his mind, and it was nights like these that he understands to see another just like him.
Who knows what the person approaching to pass him by had been through that day? Who knows what was going on in their mind, what was burning them up inside? Who knows what their plan was to do this evening? Who knows what their darkest demons were pressing them to do?
Priest didn’t know.But Priest understood what it was like to not know, himself.
So when that person moves to pass him by, he catches their gaze for a beat or two, and he lets his lips split in a soft smile that warms the darkness in his own eyes. A nod, a murmur for the other to have a good evening, and he continues along his way.
