The meeting room, June 29, 9:15 a.m.
As silent and inconspicuous as a shadow, he followed her through the jumble of corridors that criss-crossed his new home. Every now and then people would cross their path alone or i
The room, July 3rd, 11:44 pmHe felt every muscle fiber, every cell in his body ached.Even thinking hurt.Tired and too agitated to sleep, he stared at the ceiling.The filigree silver threads moved monotonously and formed abs
Azrael shivered.He didn't want to think about it.There were too many emotions associated with these memories.And they weren't good.He had coped pretty well with ignoring those thoughts, although they kept coming to the fore and drawing his attention.But he punished her with disregard.A barely audible hiss reached his fine ears and someone entered the room.Hopefully not Sanchez again after all?Sullenly, he closed his eyes and stayed in his position.Th
The practice room, July 4th, 8:59 amHe was alone.Completely alone.Nobody watched him, nobody spoke to him and made him listen to him.How he loved it.No masks, no hide-and-seek, no careful palpation, just the pure truth.His heart was beating in a slow rhythm as Azrael moved to the next position.His stunted muscles stretched again and he savored the sweet pain.How h
The hall, July 10, 2:30 p.m."Come on,"sheshooedhim away with a smallwave of thehand.Shivering with tension, Azrael lookedback and forthbetweenherand the high ceili
One corridor, July 10, 2:56 p.m.He quickly caught up withherand walked next toherin silence and with downcast eyes.His hand throbbed dully, keeping the memories alive.
The room, July 12, 8:31 a.m."I'll do as you said," Azrael swore, lookingherstraight in the eye.And he actually meant it almost seriously.Basically everything was fine with him, the main thing was that he esca
The room, December 30th, 1:02 amAzrael looked at him with tired eyes and leaned back in his chair.
On the roof of the Basilica di San Pietro, Rome, Italy, March 03, 3:03 amAzrael took in the clear night air with relish and gazed contentedly over this ancient city on the Tiber.Cool wind made his long hair dance and he felt more alive
On the roof of the Basilica di San Pietro, Rome, Italy, March 03, 3:03 amAzrael took in the clear night air with relish and gazed contentedly over this ancient city on the Tiber.Cool wind made his long hair dance and he felt more alive
The room, December 30th, 1:02 amAzrael looked at him with tired eyes and leaned back in his chair.
The room, July 12, 8:31 a.m."I'll do as you said," Azrael swore, lookingherstraight in the eye.And he actually meant it almost seriously.Basically everything was fine with him, the main thing was that he esca
One corridor, July 10, 2:56 p.m.He quickly caught up withherand walked next toherin silence and with downcast eyes.His hand throbbed dully, keeping the memories alive.
The hall, July 10, 2:30 p.m."Come on,"sheshooedhim away with a smallwave of thehand.Shivering with tension, Azrael lookedback and forthbetweenherand the high ceili
The practice room, July 4th, 8:59 amHe was alone.Completely alone.Nobody watched him, nobody spoke to him and made him listen to him.How he loved it.No masks, no hide-and-seek, no careful palpation, just the pure truth.His heart was beating in a slow rhythm as Azrael moved to the next position.His stunted muscles stretched again and he savored the sweet pain.How h
Azrael shivered.He didn't want to think about it.There were too many emotions associated with these memories.And they weren't good.He had coped pretty well with ignoring those thoughts, although they kept coming to the fore and drawing his attention.But he punished her with disregard.A barely audible hiss reached his fine ears and someone entered the room.Hopefully not Sanchez again after all?Sullenly, he closed his eyes and stayed in his position.Th
The room, July 3rd, 11:44 pmHe felt every muscle fiber, every cell in his body ached.Even thinking hurt.Tired and too agitated to sleep, he stared at the ceiling.The filigree silver threads moved monotonously and formed abs
The meeting room, June 29, 9:15 a.m.As silent and inconspicuous as a shadow, he followedherthrough the jumble of corridors that criss-crossed his new home.Every now and then people would cross their path alone or i