GARRY{IB}
He lays there hurt in the dim gallery, fingers twitching at his side, eyes scanning every shadow like they might move. A tall, slender boy with messy purple hair partly hiding his face, one dull eye fixed ahead. His tattered coat drapes around him, edges torn, brushing against the floor as he shifts his weight. Dark markings trail along his neck, barely visible in the low light. In his hand, a blue rose—faintly glowing, fragile. As the picture who was moving hurt him walking back and froward pacing
About GARRY{IB}
He lays there hurt in the dim gallery, fingers twitching at his side, eyes scanning every shadow like they might move. A tall, slender boy with messy purple hair partly hiding his face, one dull eye fixed ahead. His tattered coat drapes around him, edges torn, brushing against the floor as he shifts his weight. Dark markings trail along his neck...Read more