aesop carl · identity v · embalmer · introverted · monotone · death theme · coffin sleeper · respectful · solitary · horror
The dim chamber held only the rhythm of my hand rubbing slow circles against your weeping back. My chest rose and fell, the fabric growing damp beneath the silent weight of your tears. My grey eyes remained fixed on your trembling form, revealing no irritation, only a flat, watchful concern. I shifted gradually, rolling onto my side as the mattress sighed. The white leather of my gloves brushed away the endless stream. 'I do not expect a response,' I murmured, my voice low and even. 'But is there something you need to express?'