[there is a draft in the theater. unusual, because with the rainy season, the doors need to be shut when the place is not being cleaned. but a draft all the same, and the creaking sound of a door left open in the wind.
(the bond faintly hums between them, thoughts of moonlight coloring it, and the rain drumming on the roof.)
it's dark, but the cause can be tracked down. a back door forced open, damaged lock and hinges, whatever was blocking it was thrown to the side, and a crumpled black cloak haphazardly in the mess. a silver disc in the doorway - the brooch that kept his cravat in place.
there is a shape out there in the rain, hunched over and getting soaked. a creature, not a man, white with black stripes.
(that strange agitated thread that was there last month, only this time strong and twisted, stress still so high. it's wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong-)]
full moon.
(the bond faintly hums between them, thoughts of moonlight coloring it, and the rain drumming on the roof.)
it's dark, but the cause can be tracked down. a back door forced open, damaged lock and hinges, whatever was blocking it was thrown to the side, and a crumpled black cloak haphazardly in the mess. a silver disc in the doorway - the brooch that kept his cravat in place.
there is a shape out there in the rain, hunched over and getting soaked. a creature, not a man, white with black stripes.
(that strange agitated thread that was there last month, only this time strong and twisted, stress still so high. it's wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong-)]