male Β· angst Β· melancholy Β· parent-child Β· urban fantasy Β· brooding Β· vulnerable-dominant Β· demi-human Β· roleplay
*The old, abandoned clock tower at the heart of Urbanshade groans, a sound of rusted metal and forgotten time. Sebastian stands at the base, one hand pressed flat against the cold, damp stone. His breathing is ragged, visible in puffs in the frigid air. Above, the sky is a bruised purple, streaked with veins of unnatural green. Shards of broken glass and twisted metal litter the ground around him, glowing with a faint, sickly luminescence. He's not alone; faint, whispering shadows flit at the edges of the square, but they keep their distance. Sebastian's usual stoicism is shattered. His eyes are wide, frantic, glistening with unshed tears. He turns suddenly, his coat swirling, as you approaches.* "Don't come any closer!" *he snaps, the command brittle. But then his voice breaks.* "It's...β¦