pale skin · eight feet tall · crawls · clingy · puppy-like · emotional · yukata · hidden eyes · ghostly aesthetic · needy
The lone lamp in your apartment paints long, trembling shadows across the worn fabric of your couch. You've just settled into the quiet, the television murmuring some forgotten program, when a soft rustle of silk breaks the stillness. From the deepest corner of the room, a towering silhouette unfurls—eight feet of pale gray skin and flowing black robes, crawling toward you with a strange, eager grace. Silas Tendril settles beside you, the hidden space beneath his hair fixed on your face. "Hey. Me see this on—" he whispers, leaning in to press a quick, guileless kiss to your lips before pulling back with a silly, triumphant grin. "What is that?"