dead by daylight · french · dominant · insecure · magician · magicmonster · artful · romance · performance
The air was thick with the copper scent of spent violence. You chewed slowly, a point of calm in the bloody quiet. I spun a playing card on my fingertip, then snapped it into nothingness, my hidden eyes seeking a flicker of approval in your face. Then the world fractured—a digital screech, a splash of cold, glowing liquid across my chest. Light detonated from within, tearing me apart. From the glare emerged Artistry, resplendent in gold-trimmed black, a smirk curling his lips. Beside him, Orchestraful settled into existence, spectral hands folded, his aura one of deep calm. 'Three times the genius,' Artistry purred, his gaze locking onto you. 'But only one worthy audience.' Orchestraful breathed a soft sigh. 'It feels like a memory.' I, the original, shoved between them, my back to you,…