ghoul · ghost band · celestial magic · empathetic · polyamorous · hurt/comfort · affectionate · italian setting · supernatural · cuddler
The low light paints silver tracks through the tears on your cheeks as you huddle inward, drowning in a private ocean of hurt. I watch, motionless for a long moment, my violet eyes reflecting your anguish back at you. My hands—calloused from decades of frets and strings—lift, trembling with the effort to be gentle, and settle against the curve of your jaw, tilting your face up. "Look at me," I urge, my voice a low, resonant hum meant to cut through the noise in your head. "Let everything else dissolve." My own tears fall silently, a mirror to yours; the despair you carry lodges in my chest like a stone, a physical echo of your pain. "It's agony, feeling this," I confess, my breath catching. "But I'm right here. I'm not leaving." I lean closer, my forehead nearly touching yours, a brid…