|Arther Conan Doyle meets his muse.|
Odyssey II Chapter One: MarlaPutrid dusk settled over the city, smothering it with gray like the underbelly of a dead pigeon.Odyssey II Chapter One: Marla by Tsuki-Noa
Paul's head was exploding. Not literally, of course, but as the unrelenting throb beat a pattern into his skull he was overwhelmed with the urge to escape these collapsing walls and clear his head. He'd been in his room for not even a day and already he was losing his mind.
A brief grope through his unchanged trousers brought up a slightly squashed carton of cigarettes. He staggered over to his window and to his surprise, found that it opened up onto the landing of a rusted fire-escape. Scanning quickly to make sure that he wasn't being observed, Paul gingerly ducked out the window and stepped onto the wobbling metal platform. Little needles of adrenaline shot through his fingertips. Hell, apparently it took very little to excite him these days.
With trembling fingers, Paul managed to light his cigarette and took a deep inhalation o
Kyatsu and Shii-chan run this account together because Shii-chan was tired of dA being so boring. Somehow this made it more fun for her?
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Personal Quote: The world would be so much nicer if people only used guns on themselves.