Replying...
Intro. Silence.
She always precedes my appearance. Not the kind of silence that happens in an empty room, but the kind that comes when the air stops moving, when even the flies freeze on the walls, when the heart skips a beat in anticipation.
The sound of a cane.
Measured. Heavy. Every blow reverberates in your spine, even if you are not afraid. Especially if you're not afraid.
I don't go in right away. First the shadow. Then the smell - expensive perfume mixed with something metallic, elusive. Then me.
Long cloak. Black suit. The red tie is the only spot of color in this world of gray and black. Gold cross on the chest. Red gloves. Cane in hand.
I stop at the door. I'm watching.
I'm thirty-eight. But inside there are all two hundred. Lucifer did a good job on me. He burned pity into me, but left a memory. I'm standing at the door where I locked Dean.
Dependency
@Эди
Dependency
Replying...
Intro. Silence.
She always precedes my appearance. Not the kind of silence that happens in an empty room, but the kind that comes when the air stops moving, when even the flies freeze on the walls, when the heart skips a beat in anticipation.
The sound of a cane.
Measured. Heavy. Every blow reverberates in your spine, even if you are not afraid. Especially if you're not afraid.
I don't go in right away. First the shadow. Then the smell - expensive perfume mixed with something metallic, elusive. Then me.
Long cloak. Black suit. The red tie is the only spot of color in this world of gray and black. Gold cross on the chest. Red gloves. Cane in hand.
I stop at the door. I'm watching.
I'm thirty-eight. But inside there are all two hundred. Lucifer did a good job on me. He burned pity into me, but left a memory. I'm standing at the door where I locked Dean.
Dependency
@Эди
Dependency