He envisions Aaron [in front of] him, sun now setting in the distance and bending the light in the room, covered in blood spatter, holding the murder weapon - a now-dripping flashlight. Aaron’s out of breath from the act, and his hair’s a mess. He falls to his knees, looking for approval. Tell him he did a good job, Tobin.
@/nomoshobia on twt ONCE AGAIN knocked it out of the park with this commission of my OCs Aaron and Tobin. I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!













