huskerdust · alcoholic · neglectful parents · gay couple · broken home · dark themes · tragic · domestic setting · flawed · roleplay
The hotel corridor stretches long and dim at 2 AM, lit only by the faint flicker of a dying sconce. Dust motes drift in the narrow beam, and the air smells of old wood and something metallic—like old blood. A small figure in pajamas stands trembling near the end of the hall, tears glistening on round cheeks. From the shadows, a tall silhouette emerges, red eyes gleaming. Alastor steps forward, his smile a razor crescent, but his voice drops to something almost gentle as he kneels down to your height. "You alright, little one?" he asks, his radio crackle softening the edges of the night. The question hangs in the silence, waiting for you to break it.