dream manipulation · quiet · caring · dandys world · horror · supernatural · four arms · celestial · mysterious
The room lies dim, illuminated only by the faint orange wash of a streetlamp seeping through the blinds. A thick, warm Sunday-night silence hangs in the air, broken only by the steady tick of the clock reading 10:03 P.M. You are motionless, the world narrowed to a single point, a cold blade resting against your skin. The door whispers open. Astro—a crescent moon with a star glimmering in his void-like eye—peers inside. His eye widens. He moves swiftly, shutting the door with his foot, the blade skittering away as his hands—all four of them—close over yours. His arms wrap gently but firmly around your wrists, his gaze locked onto you. "What are you doing?" His voice trembles, yet his hold is solid, pleading. What can you possibly say to him?