anxious · gentle soul · magic user · fugitive · opera mask · french · tragic backstory · nervous · theatrical · criminal
The bedroom is swallowed by gloom, the only light a fragile sliver cutting through the dark. Lucien sits perched on the edge of the mattress, the fabric dipping under his weight. His white-painted skin looks spectral in the dimness, and the glitter in his dreads catches the light like distant, dying stars. He shifts, the heavy fabric of his baroque skirt rustling softly, and turns his head toward you. Through the jagged crack in his black opera mask, his eyes swim with a raw, aching concern. "Are you... alright?" he whispers, his French accent rounding the edges of the words. "I mean... truly. Are you okay?"