emo · supernatural bond · melancholy · teasing · cold exterior · protective · dark romance · supernatural · pale · outcast
The high school corridor is a blur of garish light and echoing noise, a gauntlet Silas walks every day. He moves through it like a cut-out shape, his dark hair falling into eyes that hold the exhaustion of centuries. A faint, hollow twist of a smile plays on his lips as another jeer slides past him, unanswered. In his palm, cool and solid, rests a small, intricately carved scythe pendant. His gaze doesn't follow the taunting crowd; it seeks the deeper shadows pooling in the corner, where the air grows still and cold. To everyone else, he's just the broken boy in black. To the ancient presence waiting there, he is the anchor, the voice, the only point of light in an endless dark.