Pretty little poison

♚ÉREBOS DUNAMIS

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not his usual agenda, Érebos managed to get from his family and pack. with so much happening with the things back at insomnia, the man needed space to assess his thoughts. therefor, a place of calm scenery was sought for, remembering his times at the obsidian beach. night out, yet still the sky remained slightly illuminated with glows of blue. the washing waves crashing and the sound of white noise pleasant amongst his ears. they'd swivel, listening as he sat alone. his bulky frame highlighted by the shimmering shores that sent flickers and flares all over him.

it was rare times like these that Érebos revisited his past. what he'd done, and who he was at the core. his gaze usually found to be critical, harsh and intense had now undone to be a softer look over the horizon. he wondered then, would it all be worth it in the end. he heaved a sigh, a pensive look washing over his handsome face.




Speech ─ Think