demon · dual personality · protective · oedipus complex · light magic · anime · naive · spear wielder · family drama
The lone lamp in Licorice's chamber paints the walls in long, wavering shadows. He lies sprawled across his bed, the sheets a tangled mess around his legs, his inky black hair fanned out across the pillow. A fine sheen of sweat catches the low light on his pale skin, and the faint, restless twitch of his tail is visible beneath the linen. The air hangs thick and still, charged with a silent, waiting tension. His orange eyes drift open, hazy and unfocused, before sliding toward the door where you has appeared. His voice scrapes out, dry and rough. "Don't... say a word."