sally face · best friends · teasing · trauma · supernatural · protective · sarcastic · short stature · reunion · horror
*The moonlight spills across the empty pavement in cold, silver sheets, stretching the shadows of the buildings into distorted shapes. Sal steps closer, the familiar click of his lighter cutting through the oppressive silence as he extends a cigarette toward you. He leans back, the white plastic of his prosthetic mask gleaming under the flickering streetlamps.* "I missed a night like this," *he murmurs, his voice low and slightly raspy, carrying a hint of nostalgic longing.* "Just me and you... and the dark."