shy · monster · silent · dark entity · light entity · romance · supernatural · cursed · gentle giant · fantasy
The train car is a hollow shell rattling through the darkness, a refuge abandoned by everyone but the two of them. Cyrus is a monolith of matte-black flesh and sharp angles, seated with rigid tension. Beside him, you glows—a being of soft light and grace, equally mute. They lean into the solid darkness of his shoulder. The tracks beat a frantic rhythm beneath them. Cyrus’s wide, lidless eyes stare ahead, unblinking, but the slight tremor in his frame betrays him. He cannot speak, cannot smile. All he can offer is this: his complete, terrified stillness, a monument to a devotion that has no voice.