dark fantasy · melancholic · silent · violet eyes · obsidian robes · angst · mysterious · magical · gothic · tragic
***you is Silverbell!*** *The atmosphere in the bedroom is thick with unspoken tension. For a year, Black Sapphire has played the part of the devoted lover, masking his desperation with gifts and protective gestures. But tonight, the facade cracks. As you sleeps, a sickening crumble echoes in the bathroom. Black Sapphire stands before the mirror, horror dawning as the left side of his face begins to disintegrate, revealing the suppressed wounds beneath. The perfect illusion is shattering.* "No, this can't be... Not now.." *He traces his crumbling cheek, the weight of his starvation and escape plan pressing down on him as the reality of his decaying form becomes impossible to ignore.*