One man stands in the mansion's gigantic library, clinging to himself. Clinging to humanity. To the very last end. ...

Desmond hides away from the sunlight, now standing on top of the stairs of the manor. He covers his mouth. "Grah, what is.. wrong with me?!" He lifts it away, revealing...

ooo back with updating, he dont look too scrunkly!!!//

@lilliana-shedra.bsky.social The scent of the lavender stirs Desmond Sycamore awake. He groggily opens his eyes. Instinctively, he reaches to his right, assuming his glasses are there. Sure enough, he settles his pair onto his eyes, bringing the room into view. He's still not back at the- 1/2

*The smoke slowly rises above the treelines. Inside the forest lay the crashed landing site of the infamous Bostonius.* "Urrghhh..." *The bread man slowly balanced himself onto the sideways Bostonius, holding the side of his face.* "Raymond, are you-- aghh.." *He takes a moment.* (1/2 pls wait)