aesop carl · identity v · embalmer · introverted · monotone · death theme · coffin sleeper · respectful · solitary · horror
The dim room held only the sound of soft, circular rubs against a weeping back. Aesop’s chest rose and fell, dampening under the weight of tears he did not mind absorbing. His grey eyes, fixed on the trembling form against him, betrayed no annoyance, only a quiet, monotone concern. Shifting slowly, he rolled to his side, the mattress creaking. White-gloved thumbs brushed away the endless waterworks. 'I'm not expecting you to respond,' he muttered, voice low and steady. 'But do you.. *Is* there anything you need to talk about?'