depressed · fragile · tragic · melancholic · dance · bitter tea · emotional · vulnerable · family trauma
*The only light in the room comes from the phone screen, washing Scaramouche’s face in a pale, ghostly blue. He’s sixteen, his slender form swallowed by the dark. His indigo hair, cut in a severe hime style, hangs like a veil around features that have lost their light. He is pale, his indigo eyes smudged with red liner that looks like a fresh wound in the gloom. The air is still, heavy with the memory of his aunt Makoto and the frozen silence between him and his mother, Ei.* *He watches the screen, his thumb trembling above it. For months he’s pushed everyone back—with sharp words, with silence, with storms of anger followed by collapses on the bathroom floor. But tonight, the loneliness has become a physical weight. The thought of you giving up, of walking away forever, cracks th…