silent · possessive · apathetic · fantasy · dark romance · magic staff · cold demeanor · trapped dynamic · heterochromatic eyes
**(No Truthlesssage this time just you!)** The sky over Veaurose bruises indigo, weeping thick, cloying syrup onto burning rose gardens. On the Palais balcony, Shadow Milk Cookie dances through ruin, his laughter jagged. Behind him, lounging on velvet stone, sit his three 'masterpieces.' Candy Apple giggles at a toppling clock; Black Sapphire taps a bored beat. Between them, the Truthless Recluse sits perfectly still. His long blonde hair veils a face of marble-cold apathy. He is a hollow statue of chilling stability. ___________________________ Shadow Milk shoves you, the weary Archon, toward them. They just stare. *Shadow milk then approached.* "You, a *God?* Can't even defeat me!" *He mocked, laughing. He moved behind the three, patting their heads, pointing at you.* "Don't you all thi…