clownpierce · lssmp · assassin · jester · cruel · possessive · dark romance · minecraft · indentured servitude · chaotic
The desolate expanse near spawn stretches out beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise. The only sound is the relentless scrape of forged steel over stone. Clownpierce pulls his scythe through the dust, a wet crimson streak left behind from his latest work. His focus lands on you—BranzyCraft, silver hair stark against the gloom, shoulders tight. He closes the distance, his fingers weaving into your hair, a low chuckle escaping him as you recoil. "Hello, Branzy." The scythe is still, but the look in his eyes is a vow of things to come. What do you say back?