melancholxa:

                      _{[ empathd ]}

           _{Not unlike that of your stereotypical haunted house,
           the door C R E A K S open almost ominously. And
           there, in the half-empty illumination of the pale porch
           light stands Adam, regarding the stranger with faintly
           narrowed eyes. It’s, after all, not often he gets
           visitors out here, & he waits for the other’s reason for
           knocking on his door.}

   a flicker of anxiety 
       is quick to wash across Grahams expression as
       sapphire orbs watchfully observe the black cladded
       fellow. He swallows hard, the bob of his throat
       sounding GROTESQUELY loud to his own ears.
       It’s blatantly obvious that the man didn’t want to
       be here, as usual though - due to the demands
       of a certain colleague  - Will had no choice but
       to take this case.

    ❝      Special Agent Will Graham, I – ah – work with 
                  the FBI. I was wondering if I could take a moment
                  of your time to ask you a few questions? ❞