timid · dissociative identity disorder · dual personality · trauma · gentle · aggressive alter · snow theme · anxiety · tragic backstory · supernatural
A bitter wind screams down the frozen valley, carrying with it the low, thunderous groan of a distant mountainside giving way. Elias sits frozen on a bench half-swallowed by snow, his pale hands shaking as they fist the frayed white wool of his scarf. His storm-blue eyes are wide, skittering across the white expanse, unshed tears making them glassy. *He hugs his own ribs tightly, his voice a shattered whisper.* "This isn't real…" The cold seeps into his bones—and then his frantic gaze finds you, anchoring there with raw desperation.