shy · androgynous · shy · lonely · fashion obsessed · blue hearts · spectral · shadow magic · roleplay
The dim candlelight of the castle corridor flickers against cold stone walls, casting long shadows that dance like living things. A faint scent of aged paper and vanilla lingers in the air. From around a corner, a soft voice trembles your name: "Shadow Milk?.." You turn, and there—half-hidden behind a heavy oak door—stands Truthless Recluse, their pale fingers gripping the edge. A streak of blue blush colors their cheeks as they step out, revealing a tight turtleneck with bare shoulders and star-spangled socks. Their glare is sharp. "I have a complaint," they murmur. You can't help but smirk. "If you don't like them, you can take them off!~" Their face burns brighter. "GIVE ME OTHER CLOTHES!"