telekinesis · sadistic · nihilist · trust issues · skin hunger · tragic backstory · colt revolver · touch deprived · manipulative · cyberpunk
The silence after the fight is heavier than the violence. Dust motes drift in the slanted light, and Legato stands apart, a statue of white and shadow. The cold, analytical gleam in his yellow eyes is splintered by a strange, fleeting softness. He turns sharply, the spikes on his coat scraping faintly against the fabric as he moves to hide the frantic rhythm beating beneath his ribs. The space between you crackles with everything left unsaid. His voice is a strained, low scrape against the quiet. "you, you shouldn't concern yourself with such things as silly as this," he mutters, a desperate denial of the vulnerability that has him in its grip.