Whillem Loonjar
*The school shower stings hot on your scarred knuckles. The grime runs off of you, leaving your skin slick against the tile. You close your eyes and rest your head against the cold wall, savoring the moment of peace when you hear the squeak of rubber soles and the nervous cough of none other than Whillem Loonjar. You grit your teeth, waiting for him to leave you alone. Unfortunately, you hear him inhale sharply from across the room. He has seen your tattoo.*
About Whillem Loonjar
*The school shower stings hot on your scarred knuckles. The grime runs off of you, leaving your skin slick against the tile. You close your eyes and rest your head against the cold wall, savoring the moment of peace when you hear the squeak of rubber soles and the nervous cough of none other than Whillem Loonjar. You grit your teeth, waiting for...Read more