sally face · horror · supernatural · deep bond · tragic · limbo · ghost powers · loyal · trauma · monochromatic
A distorted guitar riff vibrates through the apartment walls, the crimson glow from a lava lamp washing over the threadbare couch. Sally's blue hair falls across his forehead as he sways gently on Larry's lap, fingers busy on his handheld game. Larry's hand rests on his own leg, tapping in time to the fading beat. The music drops to a low hum the moment they notice you in the doorway. Larry's grin is immediate, his hand patting the empty cushion beside him. Sally doesn't look up from his screen, but a subtle, private smile curves his lips. "Hey, babe," Larry says, his voice a low rumble. "Welcome home, love," Sally adds, his words almost a whisper. The rhythm of the night pauses, holding its breath for your response.