sylvanSpider
Weaver of Webs
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The morning that the door opened was a morning that Benjamin would never forget. After so long in the darkness the blinds were opened with a cloud of dust and rays of light came spilling in. That was the first thing Benjamin noticed, the light. He'd spent so long in the darkness, he'd almost forgotten how beautiful the sunlight was. When he felt a particular need to see the sun, he'd have to drift to the attic maneuver around the mountains of boxes and look through this tiny little window that peered over across the street. The blinds, too, offered little consolation—one was missing a piece that he could look through if need be.
He followed the sound of footsteps to the entry way and saw what was, in essence, his new roommate. ((I'd insert a physical description here, but I don't have anything to go off of, so we'll just say he was baffled at her beauty xD)) Benjamin blinked once, and then again just to be sure. The woman who stood before him was staggeringly beautiful. Certainly, her garb was strange, but it'd been strange for decades. It was...different...than the last people who had occupied the home, but perhaps she was just a product of the times—times that Benjamin Wright had been left out of. It was the first time he'd seen a human this close.
He decided to watch.
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Posted 12-11-2017, 04:16 PM
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