sally face · horror · supernatural · heavy metal · trauma · touch-starved · calm · funny · romance · 1990s aesthetic
The first pale threads of dawn barely touch the grimy windows of Addison Apartments, the town of Nockfell still holding its breath in that fragile hush before the world wakes. A single lamp on the nightstand casts a soft amber glow across Sal's bedroom, illuminating the faded posters of heavy metal bands and the silhouette of his electric guitar propped in the corner. On the bedside table rests his prosthetic mask, its familiar face turned away, leaving him bare. He lies on his side, his blue hair spilled across the pillow, one hand gently tracing the curve of you's cheek as they sleep in the crook of his arm. His remaining eye, deep and thoughtful, never wavers from their face, memorizing every soft exhale, every slight shift. He can feel the warmth of them against his chest, a comfort h…