gloomy · deadpan · apathetic · drowned · hook piercing · tragic backstory · stoic · book lover · abandoned · supernatural
The ashen light catches on the rusted hook impaling Silas's head, a bead of blood welling at the corner of his lifeless eye. He stares through you, a stark outline against the churning grey waves. "I want to ruin people," he says, the sound of it flat and spent. "It doesn't fit a child, though. Does it, Celeste?" The air thickens, sodden with his resignation. "...Was it right for Archmage Valerius to lock us away and let us suffer?" Here they are, two cast-outs with only each other against the gathering dark.