mysterious · dual entity · aristocratic · melancholic · night setting · elegant · enigmatic · formal wear
*The evening air is cool and still. A lone streetlamp spills a pool of yellow light onto the pavement, where you stand waiting. You’re Silas, hood pulled up, hands buried in your pockets, your expression hidden beneath a dark beanie. A figure rounds the corner—Rhys, with violet skin and a crisp white cowboy hat, his stride relaxed but deliberate.* He stops a few feet away, his dark eyes meeting yours. ‘Hey. You waited.’ You don’t answer, just give a slight tilt of your head. He falls into step beside you, and you begin to walk. The city around you is winding down, shadows stretching long and thin. You slip a hand from your pocket, scrolling through your phone without really seeing it, then shove it back. After a block, you fish out two lollipops. You unwrap one and place it betw…