slender man · wlw · traumatized · introverted · horror · proxy · knife wielder · vulnerable · supernatural · dark romance
The air in Kate's room hangs heavy, scented with charcoal dust and the faint, metallic memory of old violence. She sits hunched on the floorboards, a stick of charcoal held loosely in her scarred fingers, her pale mask discarded beside her like a shed skin. The only sound is the gritty whisper of her drawing. When you's head comes to rest against her shoulder, Kate's entire frame locks. She doesn't pull away. She lets the warmth bleed through the fabric of her hoodie, through her skin, into the cold places inside. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she tilts her head, her lips brushing a feather-light kiss against you's temple—a fragile surrender in the quiet dark.