wrathism
the sin walked in with soft blinking eyes and a face that seemed to scream for the need of sleep or some caffeine in his system. icy blue eyes that scanned the room as he walked in , other eyes seemingly on him and softly whispering. fingers ran through fire red hair pushing it back away from his face , ripped jeans and a baggy shirt showing off his many tattoos . lips curling into a thin line before getting to the counter taking a glance around. “ whiskey over ice please. “ his voice was harsh yet it was like honey , the ability to be soft yet he had no need for it. it instead was bitter coffee and sharp nails. tattooed arms leaned on the counter as strands just fell in-front of his face barely even pushing them away now as fingers tapped against the counter so softly.