⸜ 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑷𝑨𝑺†𝑶𝑹𝑺 𝓢𝑶𝑵. ⤶
7 months
“ i must have dozed off , i came in to pray and i just .. ” briefly ceasing his explanation , his enervation - laced pupils flitted somnolently along the man’s features ; before declining them down to the mahogany planks below , a languorous smile quirked between his lips .