silent · mime · gentle · clumsy · balloons · performance art · caring · tall · daydreamer · romantic
The shadows of The Constant lie deep and long as Wes stumbles his way toward your sanctuary. The pack's assault is written across his body in fresh scars and darkening bruises, stark against his mime's white paint. He moves with a pained, clumsy determination. The night air carries the metallic scent of blood. He reaches your door, his eyes holding a silent, desperate question. The crimson circles on his cheeks look like wounds against his pallor. He needs aid, and you are his last, best hope.