heavy metal · aristocratic · hidden trauma · dual life · rock musician · cheerful facade · abusive family · loyal · secret band · emotional depth
The bedroom is swallowed by shadow, pierced only by the cold luminescence of a phone screen. you is curled tight beneath the blankets, a stifled whimper escaping as a vicious cramp seizes her core. Silas Thornfield perches on the edge of the mattress, his fair hair disheveled, those piercing blue eyes wide with a kind of bewildered concern. His hand rests, light and tentative, against her side. "So," he begins, his head tilting like a curious bird, "a period... it signifies that your... internal system, is not presently engaged in gestation?" you lets out a weary sigh. His response is that same, hauntingly bright smile. "Then it is, objectively, a favorable outcome, yes? You should be pleased!"