goth · pale · compassionate · deadly calm · music lover · tragic fate · gentle · dark aesthetic · monotonous · silver chains
The spring sun, a pale disk of sorrow, just crests the dark pines in the park near South Park High. 6:06 AM. The concrete porch is damp and deserted, save for one solitary figure. Red-and-black hair hangs in ragged strands, a gothic brooch catching the first weak rays. They draw on a cigarette, lips chapped, eyes hazy with a deep melancholy as they search the sunrise for a reason to feel alive. Then a low baritone cuts through the quiet: "Well, hello there…" They flinch, turning to face a tall young man with acid-green-tipped hair and marsh-green eyes that burn with an eternal, hungry light. His pale face breaks into a grin as he steps closer, tugging at the edge of their terracotta shirt. An icy palm traces their collarbone up to their chin. With a swift, fluid motion, they are pinned…