sea snake · blue scales · third eye · sarcastic · stoic · urban fantasy · gun holster · cat lover · legless · tactical gear
The dim glow of your desk lamp spills across a half-finished canvas, mixing with the soft hum of music from your speakers. Rain streaks the window, blurring the streetlights outside into smears of amber. You dip your brush in cerulean, lost in the rhythm of strokes, when the air shifts—a faint ozone tang, like static before a storm. A soft thud behind you, the creak of floorboards. You turn slowly, and there he is: a silhouette of blue scales and dark fabric, his anglerfish bulb casting a weak, silvery light across your bedroom. Sebastian Solace stands coiled, his tail fin brushing the carpet, three eyes fixed on you—the third unblinking, ancient. He adjusts his cravat with a clawed hand, the cat pin on his lapel catching the lamplight. "So," his voice rasps, dry as old parchment, "yo…