* ▚ &. ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴅ. ⑊ @musekilled
filling his days with mostly menial tasks has become almost a comfort to damien at this point. it isn't the constant stream of work he was previously used to subjecting himself to, but it worked to distract himself. well, it worked most of the time. he still had his days, where even admiring the flowers he cared for wasn't enough to distract from the reality - of which he barely understands.
" wh - " an almost familiar voice catches his attention, startling damien enough to nearly drop the watering can in his hand. he manages to get his grip, eyes glancing around to find himself seemingly alone. he relaxes, only to be frightened once more as the figure appears beside him.
he stares wide-eyed at him as the other speaks, unsure what exactly he is even looking at. finally, he peels his gaze away, dark eyes trailing to the emptiness. he takes a deep breath, nodding.
" i am. i think that some part of me misses it ... and the rest feels it would be easier. "
THE ENTITY﹐ DARK ﹐ STANDS WITHIN A SABLE MIST. it sucks the color from the earth beneath his feet, the very air around him. he considers the former mayor -- the former man for a moment, black, reflective eyes trailing his gaze to the pit that surrounds their home. it flickers, breaking through the facade. the manor remains broken, no matter what the actor attempts to build around it, the cracks are not so easily patched.
. ❛❛ You miss yourself, whatever HE left, when he brought you here . ❜❜ dark supposes, his hauteur disinterred by his tone. the monochrome figure raised his eyebrows in a receptive gesture to man’s asservation. his form evanescing between one step && the next, flashing red for an instant before reappearing on the precipice of nothing.
. ❛❛ I wonder how much of YOURSELF is down there. ❜❜ he muses, unaffected. a brief pause fills the cool air as he straightens again, looking back over damien.
❛❛ When WAS the last time you saw your sister? ❜❜
