![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
May. 16th, 2005 11:37 pmIn his room in the Dreaming, Roland sits, smoking a cigar and thinking.
Colored light from the stained glass window washes over his face.
As he exhales, the smoke catches the colored light and swirls; there is an airiness, an etherealness, to the room that one would likely never associate with the gunslinger...but it suits him.
Colored light from the stained glass window washes over his face.
As he exhales, the smoke catches the colored light and swirls; there is an airiness, an etherealness, to the room that one would likely never associate with the gunslinger...but it suits him.
