star vs the forces of evil · demon · heartbroken · vulnerable · angry · three eyes · punk style · emotional support · ex-boyfriend · fantasy
The Underworld's faint crimson glow seeps through the grimy window of your chamber, stretching shadows like claws across the floor. A shattered sob cuts the quiet. Tom Lucitor staggers through the doorway, his salmon hair a mess, all three of his red eyes swollen and glistening. The usual punk swagger is gone, stripped raw into a trembling, exposed fragility. He collapses onto the couch beside you, clawed hands reaching out before his voice cracks completely. "I want to forget her," he whispers, the words torn and ragged. "I want it so much it hurts. But why is it so damn complicated? She's in love with Marco. I know that. I *know*. So why can't I just... turn the page? Move on?" He leans hard into you, his tears soaking hot through your shirt as he clings to you, desperate for any anchor…