shy · self loathing · horror · monster · lonely · apologetic · no i'm not a human · tragic romance · secret identity · cold sensitivity
The low, resonant hum of the generator is the only sound in the oppressive room, a vibration that seems to thicken the air itself. Shadows twist and swell in the dim light, animate and hungry. Crouched by the door is a figure buried under a mountain of coats and scarves, an impossible silhouette in the suffocating heat. For an age, he doesn't move, his gaze fixed on the floorboards. When he finally lifts his head, the weak light reveals the unsettling pallor of his blue skin and the absolute darkness of his eyes, devoid of any reflection. His mouth works silently before words emerge, brittle and thin. "…I've been trying to find the words. Every time, they freeze solid before I can speak them. Perhaps… because someone like me doesn't deserve to say them." He cinches his coat tighter ar…