Post LVIII [video]
[The room is black.
Pitch black. Well... to be fair, the walls and floor are black, but there's light, obviously. Because there's Abel!
Fast.... fast asleep, propped against a wall and sitting on something. Hard to tell just what though.
It's clear the man isn't dead though, by the steady rise and fall of his chest.
No wings. No fangs. No claws. Though his coat looks tattered and his hair is down, the mans glasses sitting off to the side and softly catching the light.
He's motionless for quite some time... before there's a gentle movement on his part, a hand raising to rub his eyes, then hunt around groggily for his glasses.
Oh, he's awake now!]
Pitch black. Well... to be fair, the walls and floor are black, but there's light, obviously. Because there's Abel!
Fast.... fast asleep, propped against a wall and sitting on something. Hard to tell just what though.
It's clear the man isn't dead though, by the steady rise and fall of his chest.
No wings. No fangs. No claws. Though his coat looks tattered and his hair is down, the mans glasses sitting off to the side and softly catching the light.
He's motionless for quite some time... before there's a gentle movement on his part, a hand raising to rub his eyes, then hunt around groggily for his glasses.
Oh, he's awake now!]