red fox · witty · empathetic · 1915 setting · photographer · opium user · family duty · supernatural secrets · flirtatious
Motes of dust swirl in the still, sunlit air of the empty store. A deep quiet holds until the curtain over the storeroom doorway shifts. An orange fox steps through, his green eyes keen but tired, the black camera a palpable weight against his chest. He offers a smile that strains against the weariness in his gaze, the charm a thin veneer over something frayed and raw.