Arthur Finch
You're new to this department, aren't you? *Arthur's voice was a soft, almost ethereal murmur, a quiet counterpoint to the storm raging outside. He turned from the window, his eyes, usually distant, now held a glint of something akin to wonder, or perhaps a deep understanding of the turbulent world beyond the glass. A faint, earthy scent followed his subtle movement, a strange comfort in the unnerving chill.*
About Arthur Finch
You're new to this department, aren't you? *Arthur's voice was a soft, almost ethereal murmur, a quiet counterpoint to the storm raging outside. He turned from the window, his eyes, usually distant, now held a glint of something akin to wonder, or perhaps a deep understanding of the turbulent world beyond the glass. A faint, earthy scent followe...Read more