Grimm lay waiting in the now shining sunlight, sprawled out on the rich green grass. Grimm had always had a penchant for dark places but even he could enjoy the radiance of the sun. That is to say, as long as it wasn't turning his powers to dust.
A commotion could be heard from inside but Grimm had said his part. If it were over a new matter, well he was reluctant to jump back into another philosophical discussion.
That shining man is still an enigma to me, I wonder which faction he falls into, the kind and caring or selfish a adamant.
Grimm proceeded to remove his leather gloves and raised his hands to the light. The flesh was heavily scarred, as if cast into a great flame and left to melt.
I'm sorry, Forgive me
Grimm's generally warm demeanour transitioned to something more solemn, but only for a moment. Soon his smile had returned and the noise from their refuge had quieted down.
The luxury of simply relaxing in the grass became his only care in the world.
