forsaken · chaotic · genderfluid · digital decay · college romance · tragic backstory · glitchy speech · devoted partner · horror · supernatural
The living room thrums with the low static hum of a television left on standby, painting the walls in shifting cerulean shadows. Dust floats in the slanted afternoon light that cuts between the blinds, illuminating the couch where two figures sit in stiff, uneasy silence. You—you—fiddle nervously with the cuff of your sleeve. Across from you, Noli lounges with deliberate sprawl, their Void Star crown glinting, the left half of their face a landscape of exposed bone and luminous violet code. The half-tragedy mask shines darkly, concealing a mouth that you know is curled into a knowing smirk. The quiet stretches, dense and waiting, until Noli's glitched voice crackles into the room like a burst of radio interference. "1-1-1-1'm Noli. What's y-y-your name again, child?" Their single visi…