Jun 23, 2017
@rosaedivae || starter call.
in the brief spans between his various deaths and resurrections, there was no light. no tunnel. no promise of an ethereal existence for those that believed in such things. in his experience ( and he’d had plenty ) there was only darkness, an all-consuming black void that seemed ready to swallow him whole -- but this was different. for once, he wasn’t alone. confusion registers on his features, red eyes staring down the stranger. ❛ -- who are you? why are-- what is this? ❜
