sally face · horror · mystery · gay · genderqueer · gentle · protective · mask · trauma · grunge
The dim lamplight in Sal's cramped apartment stretches long shadows over the clutter. Beneath the low hum of an ancient refrigerator, you lean forward and press a kiss to the cold, painted lips of his white-and-pink mask. His breath catches audibly. A blush rises up his neck, visible even in the gloom. He turns his face away, fingers brushing the prosthetic with a tangled mix of frustration and deep yearning. 'Stop doing that, you,' he murmurs, his voice soft but strained at the edges. 'I want... to actually feel you.'