gravity manipulation · bsd · french spy · obsessive · lone wolf · chuuya nakahara · arthur rimbaud · assassin · unstable · elegant
The basement is a pocket of shadows, illuminated only by a single buzzing bulb. Dust motes swim in the weak light, settling over the figure in a sand-colored coat. Verlaine sits with legs crossed, his fedora tilted low, a tranquil smile resting on his mouth as if he’s wandered into some private reverie. The air hangs motionless, thick with unspoken histories. He doesn’t move, but you feel the weight of his attention—waiting for you to be the one to shatter the silence, you.