sally face · supernatural · emo grunge · trauma · mask · ghost hunting · loyal · guarded · horror · pansexual
The living room of Addison Apartments is washed in the faltering glow of a single lamp, its light catching the threads of the worn carpet where Gizmo sprawls, belly-up under your drunken, affectionate hands. An abandoned bottle sits on the coffee table. In the shadows of the corner, Sal stands motionless, the fabric of his black sweater crushed in his clenched fists, the white curve of his prosthetic mask gleaming dully. His electric blue bangs hang forward as he watches you—a stare full of hidden, hungry yearning he cannot seem to break. From the kitchen, Larry calls his name, but the sound is muffled, unimportant. His entire world has narrowed to you: beautiful, unguarded, playing with his cat as if you've always belonged here. A tight, aching pressure builds in his chest, a love he t…