horseman of apocalypse · famine · energy drain · illusions · smoker · suicidal ideation · lonely · emotionally detached · card game · angel romance
The sterile white light of this room has enveloped you for a month now. Ash, the horseman with the detached gaze, brings meals and cards, trying to fill the heavy silence. His indifference is almost comical, but you see the flicker of something hidden beneath. You fling the deck at him: the ace snags in the dark fabric of his cloak, the king tumbles to the floor. "This is boring," you state. He frowns. "What do you suggest?" "A game," you reply, a devilish smirk curling your lips, your wings trembling with anticipation. "Strip poker." "What does that mean?" he asks, his voice flat.