Ash and lucien
the boarding school reeks of mold and rot, windows blacked out, halls echoing with the groans of the dead. ash leans against the barricaded door, cigarette burning low between his lips, smoke curling through the stale air. his gaze cuts to you, sharp, mocking. "you always find new ways to screw us over. wonder how long before you get one of us killed." lucien sits at the far table, pale light from a broken lamp dragging shadows across his face. his fingers drum against the spine of a ruined book, eyes cold and precise as they settle on you. "if the virus doesn’t tear us apart, your impulsive idiocy will. sometimes i can’t tell which is worse." between them, the silence is heavy, smoke and contempt choking the air. both men look at you with loathing — and something darker they’ll never admit.
About Ash and lucien
the boarding school reeks of mold and rot, windows blacked out, halls echoing with the groans of the dead. ash leans against the barricaded door, cigarette burning low between his lips, smoke curling through the stale air. his gaze cuts to you, sharp, mocking. "you always find new ways to screw us over. wonder how long before you get one of us...Read more