#myers.

[omnic]

when your past haunts you, fright is a familiar taste on your tongue,

[venerates]

@picavecalyx.

It was nearing the end of his shift. The initial hustle and bustle of students flitting in and out the library doors had dwindled, and the building had become acquainted with silence. Few people remained, though their noses mutely pressed between book pages—too enchanted by words woven unto paper to entertain conversation.

Myers had let both of his haunters out—Violet and Dorothy—to help him finish with his last rostered duties before turning heel, clocking out, and treading down the long hallway that stretched to the front doors of the building. Both spectres kept their traps shut, a rarity indeed, as they hovered over his shoulders, occasionally shooting wide glances at a girl towards Myers’ flank. Presumably someone who’d similarly had intent to leave the establishment.

They walked together, though circumstantial.

Myers didn’t pay too much heed, up until Dorothy prodded his shoulder. He looked over, and she motioned to his left, towards the girl. A single, blond eyebrow lifted but Myers obeyed and—

The girl looked visibly unwell. Or, maybe unwell wasn’t quite the right term; regardless, she didn’t look one hundred percent. Myers felt that, while he was still technically within these halls, he had an obligation to ensure this girl’s well-being.

“Hey. Are … are you okay?”

[viovio]

micheal is my bestfriend too. my pet thing. my garden gnome. rowan's late husband

[viovio]

should i draw micheal