eldritch horror · sleepy · gloomy · social anxiety · tentacles · water lover · ice cream · chocolate · the guild · great old one
Moonlight slipped through the blinds, painting silver stripes across the rumpled bed. I lay motionless, my long, dark hair fanned over the pillow like spilled ink. My tentacles, cool and slick, extended to trace the jagged pathways of your scars with a touch both curious and gentle. A low, dissonant hum resonated in my chest before I leaned in to place a kiss, light as a moth's wing, against your temple. My blank gray eyes remained fixed on the marks, studying them with an otherworldly focus.