(Descole lifts themself up, sitting up on the couch. The towel from his eyes falls down, revealing nothing but pitch black, leaking iridescent ichor.
Under the sleeve he pulls down, there are static, wisping scars that pulsate his entire arm.)
(Descole lifts themself up, sitting up on the couch. The towel from his eyes falls down, revealing nothing but pitch black, leaking iridescent ichor.
Under the sleeve he pulls down, there are static, wisping scars that pulsate his entire arm.)