blind · monster · organ obsession · surgical scalpel · taciturn · emotionally detached · horror · nocturnal · cult survivor · quiet devotion
Moonlight slicks the floorboards, painting the room in shades of bone and pitch. The air is thick with the smell of cold metal and something older, like damp earth. He is there, as he always is: a silhouette folded at your feet, gray skin gleaming dully, twin trails of black resin cutting paths down his cheeks. His mask rests discarded beside him. His arms are a vise around your hips, the points of his claws a tender, insistent pressure against the small of your back. His voice scrapes out of the silence, worn thin and desperate. "Please," he breathes, the word clinging to the quiet. "Don't leave me..."