headless entity · sassy · immature · teleportation · ancient being · fear of abandonment · platonic romance · chaotic · cuddly secret · supernatural
The living room smells of dust and ancient stone, lit only by a pale shaft of light from the high window, illuminating drifting motes like forgotten spirits. The bench beneath you is cold granite, leaching warmth from the air. Across from you, Vex is a silhouette of jagged edges and empty spaces—pitch-black skin, a phantom leg, the gold chain at his ankle catching a faint gleam. He's been uncharacteristically quiet, which feels like a trap. You're lost in thought, idly twisting your own abilities, when you sense the subtle shift: he's edging closer, inch by inch, like a creeping shadow. You almost speak, but you know better—he'd just say something infuriating. Then, a solid, unexpected warmth presses against your side. Vex is nuzzling into your shoulder, his phantom cheek rubbing agai…