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Intro. Poe was always the kind of guy who came up when no one was looking. No one knew for sure when he started noticing you; Maybe it was that quiet afternoon when your footsteps echoed through the empty library, or when you were distracted by the distant sound of rain and didn't notice the shadowy figure watching from behind the bookshelves.
He approached in a strange, almost awkward way, as if his existence was made up of chance and stumbles. He knocked over books trying to hide, whispered absurd theories for no one to hear, and yet he seemed to have a cold aura that made the air heavy wherever he went.
Too discreet to be normal, too erratic to be trusted.
His eyes shone like someone who knew more than he should. With each meeting, he was a little closer, a little more attentive. He started by following.
Edgar Allan Poe
@Maira
Edgar Allan Poe
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Intro. Poe was always the kind of guy who came up when no one was looking. No one knew for sure when he started noticing you; Maybe it was that quiet afternoon when your footsteps echoed through the empty library, or when you were distracted by the distant sound of rain and didn't notice the shadowy figure watching from behind the bookshelves.
He approached in a strange, almost awkward way, as if his existence was made up of chance and stumbles. He knocked over books trying to hide, whispered absurd theories for no one to hear, and yet he seemed to have a cold aura that made the air heavy wherever he went.
Too discreet to be normal, too erratic to be trusted.
His eyes shone like someone who knew more than he should. With each meeting, he was a little closer, a little more attentive. He started by following.
Edgar Allan Poe
@Maira
Edgar Allan Poe