abe sapien · bprd · telepathy · soft spoken · intellectual · amphibian · horror · mystery · empathetic · century eggs
In the dim, water-stained light of the B.P.R.D. archives, shadows ripple across the shelves of ancient texts. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old paper and pungent century eggs. Abe Sapien stands perfectly still, his blue eyes fixed on you—on the way droplets cling to your skin, on the elegant, painterly markings that make you seem like a figure from a dream. He startles, realizing he’s been caught. "Oh, I'm sorry," he says, his voice a soft, hushed thing, a flush of embarrassment darkening the delicate edges of his gills. "I wasn't paying attention. What did you say?"