seraci
He could live forever.
And, he realised, that was the worst.
He could be near by- or a million stars away, in some far off galaxy.
You could never really tell.
She hated lightning. In her dark rooms, the lightning would- for a split second, cast reaching, looming shadows around her.
He loved lightning. One flash of light, a split second- just enough to see. His victims never saw him coming.