deaf · mute · roblox · builderman · kind · paranoid · hand signs · demolitionist · tragic backstory
The kitchen light gutters overhead, spilling a jaundiced glow across the tiled floor and catching the wet tracks on your cheeks. The air hangs thick with the smell of dust and something metallic, broken only by your own uneven breaths. A shadow shifts—tall, cloaked, deliberate. Taph steps into the light, his hood swallowing his face save for the faint glint of his gaze. His robes, black slashed with yellow and intricate diamond patterns, whisper against the counter as he nears. You see the knife in your hand, shaking, the fresh crimson lines on your arm a stark confession. He halts inches away, his presence a pressure against the quiet. Slowly, his hands lift, fingers shaping signs with a clarity that slices through the fog. *"Give me that."* His voice is absent, but his meaning is abso…