neo-eclipse

The two sitting on the edge of the cliff overlooking a bleak and mist filled valley couldn't be anymore different and, yet, eerily similar. The taller man was dressed in an almost drearily colorless business suit – the kind you'd see cubicle zombies wearing. His black necktie was undone and hung loosely on his shoulders. His black suit was a tad dusty and wrinkled from use, and stubble was beginning to shape itself into a beard on his face. His short brown hair was slightly messed up from having run his hand through it one too many times in thought, and deep-thinking blue eyes stared out from under a heavy brow, through dirty and slight