[Now, Travis is a man of simple tastes. The odd manga, the occasional drink, and perhaps a deathmatch or two every so often. But there's something particularly stunning about a beautiful (not sexy, not hot, but legitimately, fairy tale beautiful) lady sitting down in the middle of a weird library, reading up on the darkest of arts.
Black magic.
And eventually, slowly closing up his graphic novel, he just has to lean over from his seat and look over the titles of the various books. Most have none, most are impossible to read, one mentions something about Cthulhu and he's fucking skipping on past that one at a brisk and panicked pace. One is an obnoxious bright yellow book reading "The Grimdark Black Arts for Dummies". So on, so forth, so much and so dark]
Not sure if practising sorceress, or just really morbidly curious.
no subject
Black magic.
And eventually, slowly closing up his graphic novel, he just has to lean over from his seat and look over the titles of the various books. Most have none, most are impossible to read, one mentions something about Cthulhu and he's fucking skipping on past that one at a brisk and panicked pace. One is an obnoxious bright yellow book reading "The Grimdark Black Arts for Dummies". So on, so forth, so much and so dark]
Not sure if practising sorceress, or just really morbidly curious.