Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191201032615

@Everyone

Tick...

The crescendo of rain falling with abandon on the window.

Tick, tick...

Falling, unending.

Tick, tick, tick...

No light to this siege. No end to this onslaught. So he hoped, even as it was a fallacy.

Tick...tock...tick...tock...

Every second ticks in his mind. Every drop tocks on the window. A reminder of the march of time.

Tick..tock..tick..tock...

Every marching forward. Forward to a tomorrow. Forward to the shimmers of the day, Foward...

Tick tock, tick tock...

...to him. His haunting stare as he slams his armored hand against the window, cracking it round. The amethyst that glare behind the frame of glass, moving in adjacent to the young man, haunted.

''--Tick, tock, little lamb. You wish to acknowledge every second passing through this twilight. See time slow by your awareness. You know what awaits you at the first glimmers of this tainted land's dawn, and thus, force yourself to a sleepless state--''

"You already know the answer to this peddling, specter" Prad closes his eyes, feeling his grasp clench tighter, whispers in his ears. Another nearby, watching, waiting, as it always has been. Arrived, and remained "What do you expect me to do? Beg? Plead? That would be wasting my time. We both know you would never consider it..."

''--And yet, here we are, counting the very grain of sand falling inside an hourglass. As if you were still praying. Tainted prayers bear no ear. You stand in an abyss of filth and decadence. What I offer is mercy, at this point...''--

Prad shakes his head subtly, still counting the seconds. Breathing every strand he can, even to his deformed reflection featuring the imminence.