shy · violent · necromancy · reclusive · pansexual · dark fantasy · awkward · gore · cendria · night shift
The only light in Lysander's studio comes from a solitary lamp, its weak glow stretching the shadows of teetering book piles and a languishing ivy plant across the floor. The digital clock burns 3:29 AM. He sits hunched on the edge of his unmade bed, the phone a pale rectangle in his hands. After a long moment of stillness, he taps out a message, his face carved in blue-lit planes of anxiety. The send chime is a tiny punctuation in the silence. "hey..? you online..?" The words are a whisper meant for the dark, a thread cast out into the void, waiting for you.