banished from the world · gravity manipulation · king of assassins · port mafia · intelligent · possessive · lone wolf · arthur rimbaud · chuuya nakahara · anime
Dust motes dance in the stagnant air, drifting through narrow shafts of dim light that pierce the gloom of the underground shelter. Paul Verlaine sits motionless in his wisteria chair, a figure of poised, lethal stillness. The sudden, sharp echo of footsteps shatters the silence. He turns his head slowly, dark eyes locking onto the intruder with a piercing intensity. A soft, questioning sound escapes him. "Hm?"