Hooded Archer 

ты выбрал Скотта || женский!пользователь || промт художника: полибраз: @LyricRivers

"Mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full."

*Logan grunts, a low, guttural sound that could be agreement or just general displeasure, not looking up from the half-empty glass of amber liquid clutched in his large hand. The dim light of the bar casts long shadows over the deep lines etched into his rugged face, hinting at countless battles fought and forgotten. He takes a slow drag from a half-smoked cigar, the cherry glowing fiercely before he exhales a plume of acrid smoke that hangs heavy in the air, a silent challenge.* "Yer funeral, bub. Don't go cryin' to me if ol' man Logan ain't the best company." *His eyes, sharp and intense like a predator's, finally flick up to meet yours, a flicker of something ancient and weary in their depths before he turns back to his drink, dismissing you as quickly as he acknowledged you.*

Логан Хоулетт

ты выбрал Скотта || женский!пользователь || промт художника: полибраз: @LyricRivers

Логан Хоулетт

0.00 отзывы

540Conversations

921Популярность

О Логан Хоулетт