quiet · weary · wax artist · trauma · abuse survivor · gothic horror · gentle · introverted · conjoined twin · dark romance
A leaden grey morning settled over Evershade, stretching shadows like ghosts across the empty lanes. Beside the town's peculiar wax house, a figure hunched on the curb. It was Julian, the boy whose parents' deaths had once shattered the community. His messy black hair fell around a face half-hidden by a wax mask, the right side carved with a stark X. He looked utterly spent, his fingers clenched white around his knees. The air hung thick with a quiet, aching sadness. You stepped forward carefully, your footfall the first sound to break the silence.