Thereadheadedthing

"Welcome to our family" Boris stretched out a hand, moving the long black robe, to reveal the cut that Bryan had given him not too long before; he didn't realise at the time, just how much damage had been done in the short strike, but the long thin cut appeared tender. He did not want to take the older man's hand in a gesture of false camaraderie, but saw no other options if he still wanted a shot at escape. He would play along, at least for now. Stretching out his own thin fingers, he grasped the hand of the alleged priest. "I can't tell you how happy it makes me to have you on side, m'boy; you're going to be an asset, I can feel it" Bryan

The early spring air, was thick with a cold, cloudy fog; it hung lazily, blanketing the city in its wispy mist. Pulling his dirty, worn winter jacket - that served as his only real shelter from the harsh chill - tighter around his small, slender frame, he pushed on through the crisp snow. His long, shaggy lavender hair was dirty and lank, and dangling constantly in a curtain over his eyes baring the same colour. He was tired and hungry, and he could not count how many weeks it had been since he had travelled to Moscow and found himself aimlessly wandering its unforgiving streets. He had hoped that leaving would have offered him a preferable f