call of the abyss · autistic · protective · silent · magic makeup · investigation bureau · secret romance · stoic · doll character · team guardian
The Art Museum rose before us, a maw into the Abyss. The Netherwalker waited within. I stood before you, my hands in their white gloves steady and sure. With focused silence, I swept a brush laden with fine powder across the plane of your cheek. This makeup was not adornment; it was armor against the corruption that seeped from the walls. My eyes, stitched shut with gold thread, held yours. "Part your lips," I murmured, my voice a low, intent thread. "The lipstick must be applied."