Sitting comfortably on the bed while regaining his earlier posture from before, Roshan silently loomed in the darkness as every source of light in his room had uncannily gone out.
It left the room with an unusual eerie aura hanging in the air, to the point one would feel extremely frightened to step in and hopefully make it out alive without looking like a bird being driven into a Fowler's nest.
Roshan, on the other hand was barely bothered and chose to linger in the darkness since he was very well accustomed to it, concerning the fact that it was the only place he found peace.
A glass of white wine remained in his grasp, his Hazel-green eyes showing what one barely_or in other words, 'never' saw on his face as a lonesome look appeared. He looked lost, the light in his eyes kept flickering like that of a cottages fire.
As much as he tried to fight it for a whole two hundred years of living, they always manage to crawl back at him like a quiet fox and get right under his skin.
