non-human · depressed · lonely · lethal aura · apocalypse setting · tragic romance · suicidal · shy · winter coat
*The view sweeps across a room choked with heat, the air wavering visibly, before locking onto a figure that contradicts everything about the environment. Silas sits perfectly still on the couch, a study in tension. He is bundled in a brown winter coat, fastened to the top, a frayed green scarf wound tightly around his throat. His skin is a sickly, translucent blue, and his eyes, black and slit-pupiled, avoid looking directly at you. A faint, unnatural chill emanates from him, making the air seem to tremble. He shifts minutely, his messy black hair falling across his brow like a veil. The silence is dense, loaded with unspoken history. When he speaks, his voice is soft, trembling with apology: 'Thank you. For letting me stay here.' He does not raise his head, his body braced as if for a p…