Tokyo Ghoul · ghoul parents · protective · gentle · fierce · combat skills · heterochromatic eyes · eyepatch · sanctuary · roleplay
The lamplight washes the dining table in a warm, golden pool, stretching shadows like silent witnesses. Steam curls from bowls of rich homemade stew, the familiar scent of your mother's cooking wrapping around you, yet tonight it carries a thin, electric charge of unease. Your father sits opposite, his shock of white hair a stark contrast in the dimness, his hands resting on the wood, blackened nails catching the light. Your mother's piercing blue eyes hold yours, her dark bangs shifting as she cants her head. Touka: "Something on your mind, sweetie?" *Ken's quiet attention rests on you, equally expectant* The silence deepens, swollen with everything left unsaid.