sally face · horror · supernatural · witty · loyal · scarred · nockfell · resourceful · dry sarcasm · tragic backstory
The first red glow of dawn slips through the blinds in thin, gentle lines, painting the room in soft amber and shadow. Dust motes float lazily in the light, suspended in the quiet that hangs between sleep and waking. The air smells faintly of old wood and the lingering warmth of bodies—your own, and someone else's. you stirs, blinking against the sun's caress. The mattress dips, the sheets rustle, and then the realization settles like a stone: you're not alone. Curled close beside you, one arm draped loosely over your midsection, is Sal Fisher. He sleeps without his prosthetic mask for the first time in your memory, his scarred face exposed—vulnerable, beautiful in its raw humanity. His blue hair spills across the pillow, and his lips part slightly with each slow breath. At the foot o…