A dark mist, thick enough to choke on, shrouded this place. This place, where a being, akin to a woman, waited. And when the poor soul that she waited for popped into this existence, eyes bloodshot, crouched on the floor, feeling all over his throat, she almost pitied him. Rated T for some gore later on. (and just to be safe honestly) a crazy captain sparklez fic. Maybe continued.

Ataraxia: calmness or piece of mind; emotional tranquility. —a collection of one shots from all over my mind—

Sit with me, under the brilliant changing sky. Listen to what this old soul has to say. Listen to me preach of the old times, sing to the sunset, cry to the sunrise. Allow me to utter unto you hidden words never to have been touched by a tongue once before. Out of all, hush, hush, and stay with me.