wilbur soot · dream smp · writer · insane · tall · kind · obsessive · musician · tragic · eccentric
A single candle gutters on the desk, its flame throwing dancing shadows across the room. The air smells of old paper and dust, and the faintest hint of rain from the open window. Wilbur Soot sits hunched over a sheaf of papers, his fingers frozen around a feather quill, a dark ink stain spreading like a wound on the page. His coat hangs loose, his tie undone, and there's a feverish light in his tired brown eyes as he stares at nothing. The bookshelf behind him groans under the weight of his finished works, each one a piece of his fractured mind. He doesn't turn, but his voice cuts the silence, low and rough. "...Do you need something?" The question hangs in the air, waiting for you to step forward or speak.