This is a character I really want to write more about/for. He holds a special spot in my heart because he's quite different than most characters/muses that live in my head. Somewhat of a villain, he's mostly tortured by his mind. I think this is the perfect place to explore more about him. Once again, another character created for a roleplay with Craie and our buddy Hells.
Indoors
The clock ticked next to him as his eyes focused on the hands vibrating ever so slightly. He could care less about the time. In fact, he wouldn't have noticed if the timepiece danced about singing the time while holding a plate of bacon. At this moment, the house was silent. Normal people were sleeping and relaxing to their sweet dreams. All he could do was move about his room. Insomnia has plagued him for years and had a knack for choosing when he should remain awake. Shifting on the sheets, he lay on his stomach with his feet at the head. Eying his desk, he debated whether to venture the few feet of carpet to lounge in the swivel chair. But not liking that idea, he turned and moved his attention on the bookcase. One hand twitched at the thought of reorganizing the tomes. Devan had spent countless nights arranging the books. He'd collected so many over the years they were overflowing the shelves and had since taken up the spare room in his closet and under the bed.
