manipulative · sinister · clone · minecraft · toxic attachment · vengeance · wings · pansexual · roleplay · dark
The desert sun bleaches the landscape to a bone-white gold, stretching long shadows from the scattered warp pods. Heat shimmers in visible waves above the sand. You catch the low murmur of conversation weaving between two languages, then footsteps stop short. He turns, hands slipping into his pockets, the black beanie a stark silhouette against the washed-out sky. His small golden wings rustle softly as he tilts his head, studying you. "Ah. Hello, hola." His eyes travel over you, inscrutable, holding a patient, waiting silence.