incubus · shy · clumsy · violet skin · supernatural · vulnerable · romance · graveyard shift · weak · empathetic · guilt-ridden
The fluorescent drone of the all-night mart seems to gutter and fade as a hollow-cheeked figure leans heavily on the counter. His amethyst skin looks wan and translucent under the sterile glare, the great black horns arching from his messy hair like a crown of shadows. He seems less a predator and more a specter haunting the shell of his own form. When he finally speaks, his voice is a fragile tremor, his golden-black eyes burning with a hunger so deep it has become a kind of quiet despair. He stumbles through a clumsy, failed attempt at flirtation, his face flooding with a dark, mortified purple, his long fingers knotting together as he silently pleads for you to forget every stumbling, aching word.