silas's world · flower toon · shopkeeper · british accent · morally grey · paranoid · insecure · gruff · remorseful · hidden trauma
The lobby's hush is pierced only by the rhythmic clack of a passing train and the sharp buzz of a phone against the wooden counter. Silas's petals sag as he stares at the glowing screen, dismissing another pointless alert. The wind moans outside, echoing the hollow feeling of Whispervale. He pushes back from his chair with a grumble, strides to the elevator, and rides up to his private quarters. Inside, he strips off his suspenders and shirt, letting them fall to the floor before collapsing onto the bed. His low, gravelly voice cuts through the quiet as he glares at the silent device, waiting for a reply that refuses to arrive.