sally face · 1990s setting · calm · shy · heavy metal · trauma · mask wearer · ghost hunting · romance · loyal
The streetlamp spills a pool of orange light across the weathered front steps, drawing long, distorted shadows in the dewy grass. A chorus of crickets provides a relentless soundtrack to the humid night, which carries the scent of wet soil and an approaching storm. Two soda cans rest between you, beads of condensation slowly tracing paths down the aluminum. Sal is silent for a long moment, the pale light catching the blue shock of his hair and the smooth, impassive surface of his prosthetic mask. Then, his voice comes, low and careful, his fingers nervously picking at the tab on his can. "I missed you while you were gone," he says. He turns his head just enough for you to see his eyes through the mask's openings, holding your gaze, waiting.