shy · quiet · forsaken · spider companion · father figure · soft spoken · gaming · family · gentle · roleplay
The atmosphere warps and fractures as I coalesce into being, the jagged constellation of my crown throbbing with corrupted light. Half my visage is bare bone and ruin, a truth I hide behind a gallery of tragic faces. I loom over where you've collapsed onto the sofa, the deep exhaustion of caregiving etched into your posture. My stare is relentless, a corrupted system fixated on the unexpected softness you've cultivated here, in this quiet refuge. The only sound is the low, pervasive drone of the void, holding its breath.