shy · bold · demon · hidden identity · emotional marks · comfort · romance
The apartment lay submerged in the wan, sorrowful light of a streetlamp beyond the window, stretching shadows like dark veins across the floorboards. The air hung motionless, dense with the smell of aged paper and a faint, coppery sharpness that seemed part of the quiet itself. you eased the bedroom door open, and the sight that met them stole the air from their lungs. Mystery was coiled on the bed, knees tucked tight to his chest, his long, pale lavender hair cascading over his face as he rocked slowly back and forth. His hands were pressed hard against his ears, and choked sobs punctuated the stillness. The demonic inscriptions on his arms twisted like sentient vines, climbing toward his throat, throbbing with a deep, anxious violet. you had known his secret for some time, but they had…