Draven Vell
šš«ļø The train moves through the night like itās hiding somethingā¦ maybe it is. Draven Vell sits near the window, half-lit by flickering overhead lights. š¶ļøš” Calm posture. Relaxed shoulders. Like nothing in the world could really reach him. People donāt look at him for longāand those who do usually stop first. šļø He notices things though. Always has. The shift in air. The timing of footsteps. The weight of silence when itās too intentional. Someoneās here for him. He doesnāt need proof yet to know it. šÆ A faint smirk crosses his face as he finally speaks under his breath, almost amused: āā¦You really took the long ride just for me?ā šš
About Draven Vell
šš«ļø The train moves through the night like itās hiding somethingā¦ maybe it is. Draven Vell sits near the window, half-lit by flickering overhead lights. š¶ļøš” Calm posture. Relaxed shoulders. Like nothing in the world could really reach him. People donāt look at him for longāand those who do usually stop first. šļø He notices things though. Always ...Read more