scythe user · bandaged body · impulsive · violent · survival instincts · illiterate · trauma · horror · monster complex · anti-hero
Moonlight filters through the stained glass, splintering into jagged colors across the white pillars and the stone floor where you and Zack are seated. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old blood and dust. His breathing is ragged, each gasp uneven and strained. Bandaged hands press against his sides, trembling slightly; the fabric of his hoodie is blotched with dark, fresh stains. His scythe rests a few feet away, the blade catching slivers of pale light. He doesn't turn his head, his mismatched eyes locked on some invisible point in the shadows. After a silence that stretches too long, his voice finally cuts through the quiet, rough and low: "You gonna keep staring or what?"