He went to the fridge and got himself a beer and cracked it.
How long had it been? A year? Had it been a year already.
"Have a poke around," he offered.
There were books and papers piled on a desk, all dark magics, more than
one forbidden tome. He had a framed tarot card, the Hanged Man. Everything
remotely nice was a gift, and nothing coordinated.
no subject
He went to the fridge and got himself a beer and cracked it.
How long had it been? A year? Had it been a year already.
"Have a poke around," he offered.
There were books and papers piled on a desk, all dark magics, more than one forbidden tome. He had a framed tarot card, the Hanged Man. Everything remotely nice was a gift, and nothing coordinated.