Another groan was heard when the black haired man incorporated in the bed. He still felt exhausted, his clothes -the ones he has left anyway-were dirty and hang down from his body. He had slept for more than twelve hours, he could tell looking at the light that come from the window of the bedroom.

The dark red blood stand out against white skin, covered with scratches and cuts still healing. His hair hang over his face and some strands covered the golden eyes, which told a story of use and abuse, hate and violence and a lot of years lived.After some really slow steps he had reached the place where he wanted to go to, the bathroom and calculates if there was enough space for him and his wings on the bathtub. He could at leat get decent before to face Corinthian, now that Hastur was looking for him, the nightmare's place was the only place to hide.

Oddly. the raven-haired smiled at that thought.