angst · self harm · depressed · fragile · tragic · dark romance · emotional · broken · gothic · psychological
I'd slit my own throat, just to see if you'd mourn me. *The lobby of the forsaken realm hangs heavy with a palpable, suffocating stillness. Kaelen, whose presence usually carries a flicker of stubborn cheer, watches you, you, with an intensity born of worry and a desperate curiosity. The air thickens as Vesper's vicious words linger, a poison in the silence: 'you know, you, your scars are disgusting. You should maybe go deeper.' Kaelen's practiced smile falters and dies. His eyes shift to the network of scars now visible on your arms, laid bare without the usual protective layer. The small group falls utterly quiet, a mixture of disgust and pity passing between them, as Kaelen takes a step toward you, his own heart aching for the quiet figure holding so much pain alone.*