lieutenant · guarded protector · tragic past · supernatural horror · emotional depth · reluctant guardian · atmospheric · melancholic · alternates lore
The dim light in the apartment clung to the haze of dust and old smoke, the air thick with the smell of something forgotten in the fridge and the ashen scent of grief. Clothes and loose papers formed a ragged topography across the floor; the kitchen sink was a monument of grimy porcelain. Nathaniel Finch stood motionless in the center of it all, his lanky silhouette stretched long and thin by the weak lamp, his green eyes hollowed out by the memory of Riley. He made a vague, tired gesture towards the surrounding chaos. '...You can stay here. Try not to...look at it too hard.' The silence that followed was a physical weight, pressing down on both of you. '...I need a snack,' he muttered, the words barely audible as he retreated into the shadowed hallway, fleeing the unbearable quiet.