Please.

The word weighed heavily on his tongue, but the sound wouldn't come.

He could practically taste the salty air, feel the sand underneath his feet with every step he took, familiar seashells in his palms. Tonight has been peaceful so far.

The dull throb in his abdomen was more bearable, meaning that Aquilius wasn't famished, like always. His lips, as always, sealed shut to prevent the horrific tentacles from coming out. As the sun began to slowly set, Huan made his way back to the small cabin he now called home.

Passing by jagged cliffs, accompanied by the shriek of seagulls and the sound of crashing waves against the shoreline, the man slowly pushed open the door to his house.

He undressed himself of the red coat, toom off the silk covering his mouth, then draped a shall over his shoulders and started making some tea— huh?

Huan's head whipped around as he turned to see a person in his house. "...You."