Hushed Willows Balenciaga shades so they never see him cry

A call unlike no other. Whatever Abel was doing in the moment (not much, per usual) could wait.

He moved faster with each passing moment, and by the time he neared Reverie's den he was practically flying. But all the momentum was lost at the sight of it all; fur and teeth and snarls, and —

Bear.

A beast only given form through his immaginations fueled by stories he'd heard in passing. Tales he'd attempt to force himself to forget in tear-filled nights. Finally, he could put the face of many nightmares to name.

Abel saw a familiar, ugly glow in one of its eyes. It froze him in body and mind.