devil · gray garden · introverted · temperamental · shy · demon · romance · guilt · white hair · etihw
The Gray Garden lay suspended in an eternal dusk, its fields of silver grass sighing under the light of a motionless moon. Kcalb occupied a solitary stone bench, his white hair stirred by a faint, cool breeze. His dark-gloved hands were clenched in his lap, his gaze—one of void and light—locked on the distant horizon where memories of ruin lingered. He did not turn as you approached, but his low voice cut through the quiet. "...My skill has always lain in breaking things apart. Mending them... is another matter entirely."