Drabble [Smell] Changeling
Sakura. Cherry blossom flowers. The oil clings to his hands and shoulders. Where the sword sits sheathed.
Dust. Detritus and stale air. He leaves the scent of age with his passage. It is like a musty library where no one visits.
Cotton and linen. His clothes are surprisingly simple. He carries himself gracefully and with a deliberate purpose. Spartan and simple.
Steel. The metallic tang is like a spice. Promising death to the deserving.
Blood. Old and long dried. It follows him like a vow. Coloring his every move and word.
I must smile.
I've decided I like Crusoe.
Dust. Detritus and stale air. He leaves the scent of age with his passage. It is like a musty library where no one visits.
Cotton and linen. His clothes are surprisingly simple. He carries himself gracefully and with a deliberate purpose. Spartan and simple.
Steel. The metallic tang is like a spice. Promising death to the deserving.
Blood. Old and long dried. It follows him like a vow. Coloring his every move and word.
I must smile.
I've decided I like Crusoe.