Seaside Moors the sky is so tragically beautiful

rusalka.

the man with half a face greets with the name of the territory, followed by his title. he is a gruesome sight ...but in the face of this twoface the silencer does not wither. he is no stranger to seeing gruesome scars. his mother. his father. both marked ...though not near to the extent of this man. fascination, instead, claims him, evidenced in the soft cant of his head. how does he eat? wouldn't the majority of his food just fall out of his mouth? how does his bone not rot and dry?

for now he ignores the burning questions.

i am interested in a place to put down roots.