Empty (Patreon)

The cool air felt good against his skin as he let the smoke dance from his mouth, lost quickly to the dark of the night.

Silence came from the room behind him, with only the cooling form of an impossibly lifelike statue bent over the bedspread as the basilisk's companion.

Should he feel bad about his lifestyle? He couldn't tell. It would be good money if he could stop blowing it all on petty hedonistic thrills. Maybe then he'd not need to keep inviting guys over just to keep himself afloat.

Societal norms would tell him that he should feel something for those he screwed. Passion? Guilt? Anything? With the advent of hookup apps it became even easier to do what he did, which only made the hole ever harder to fill.

Not like anything ever could anyway. That was just the way he was. The way HE made him.

Ah well, tomorrow would make for a good payday. Maybe he'd get takeout.

Not like the hole would be filled anyway.

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A little more of a serious piece compared to my normal shtick, But it's always fun to do a little worldbuilding with the whole Sarvak situation!