nightmares

*Poser* · 02-19-2017, 10:21 PM

The last time Poser had been to the runestones, he'd gotten an unwelcome surprise. A creature that had outright fucken attacked him... Poser could still smell the bastard if he thought hard enough. Not like that he was going to lose sleep over it, especially when no one was actually here. No one was here at all. He moves with a sort of stolid grace that comes when he's in the dark. A part of it. Liquid and terrifying, nothing to catch light other than the glimmering sapphire of his eyes.

He moves easily to take a perch atop one of the stones, the darkness around his shoulders like a cloak. Comfortable. Poser will never be comfortable anywhere more than he is in the dark. The dark is his home. The breeze that picks up is cold, but comforting. All was well.

your charged touch
poser
breathy way of saying my name

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