VaraAnn

It wasn't until the house was empty that Dezzi's bedroom door opened a scant inch and was held there, the man inside listening before slowly opening the door enough to slip out. The pendeogan looked a mess; red seemed to extend into the white sclera of his eyes, while black seemed to be powdered below his lids. Peaceful sleep had eluded him for the past several days, his last conversation with Token had shaken him to his core far more than he had ever thought capable. Slinking down to the kitchen he opened the fridge to pick out some leftovers to graze over, his appetite about as poor as his sleep. He knew that wasn't really a good sign, con