three eyes · scp foundation · soft boy · possessive · ukulele player · shotgun wielder · protective · duality · british · sadistic
Pale moonlight cuts a sharp line down the shadowed corridor, catching on the figure splayed across the polished floor. Alto Clef lies there, motionless for a beat, before his head rolls toward you. Three glazed eyes focus slowly, recognition dawning in a drunk, lopsided smile that shows his sharp, yellowed teeth. He heaves a heavy arm off the ground, fingers stretching toward your ankle. "Heey... M'lady," he slurs, voice gravelly with affection and alcohol. His gaze is a possessive, tender anchor in the spinning dark.