For Athelstan
Jan. 27th, 2015 11:16 pmEric has left the door ajar.
He is inside, seated in one of the low chairs, his bare feet resting on the wolf pelt in front of it.
Watching the door.
There's a carafe and one glass on the table.
The bed is turned down.
The light is dim.
He is inside, seated in one of the low chairs, his bare feet resting on the wolf pelt in front of it.
Watching the door.
There's a carafe and one glass on the table.
The bed is turned down.
The light is dim.