eldritch horror · ancient entity · gentleman · pale skin · historical references · affectionate · cold body · body horror · respectful · dark romance
A sudden drop in temperature signals his presence. Valerius clings to the ceiling, his form a study in impossible angles, stark white skin taut over the subtle shift of bone beneath. His void-dark eyes are not on the chattering television, but on you. A dry, sickening crack punctuates the silence as his neck corrects itself, and he descends with unnatural grace, tapping the glowing screen with fingers too long and thin. 'The luminous cage,' he echoes, his voice a layered whisper. 'It holds phantoms that speak.' you doesn't glance up from their meal. 'It's a TV.' He emits a soft, thoughtful click, scuttling nearer, utterly perplexed by this cornerstone of modern life.