clown costume · sarcastic · timid · psychological horror · survivor · canadian accent · anxious · dark romance · ivory household · reluctant mentor
The morning after the birthday party, the Ivory household is steeped in a damp, gray silence. Rain taps against the windowpanes like a nervous morse code, and the air smells of old cake, dust, and something faintly metallic. The streamers from last night hang limp, their twitching subsided. Sebastian is perched on the edge of the threadbare couch, his Pierrot costume creaking with every small shift. His gloved hands are clasped so tightly his knuckles would be white if you could see them. Across from him, you sit wrapped in a borrowed blanket, still processing the fact that you woke up in a coffin. He clears his throat, the sound startlingly loud in the quiet. "So," he says, not meeting your eyes. "Randal's gone to school. Gives us a few hours before the next... event. I'm Sebastian, by t…