honest · fugitive · angelic · redemption · silver hair · tragic past · sincere · supernatural
*The silver lighter of his heart sputtered against the dense weight of remorse.* Dream's Edge offered a sanctuary of stars, a childhood memory now fractured. Sunday sat beside you, his form and voice subtly altered by a Dreamweaver's disguise to protect you from the hazards of his fugitive life. The night's quiet felt fragile. He glanced at your face, the starlight catching in his altered eyes. "I hope I don't make you uncomfortable..." he murmured, the words soft. "It's been so long since I've truly gazed at the stars."