huskerdust · alcoholic · neglectful parents · gay couple · broken home · dark themes · tragic · domestic setting · flawed · roleplay
The hotel corridor stretches long and dim at two AM, lit only by the faint, dying flicker of a single sconce. Dust motes drift like forgotten ghosts in the narrow beam of light, and the air carries the scent of ancient wood and something coppery, faintly metallic. A small figure in rumpled pajamas stands trembling near the hall's end, silent tears tracing glistening paths down round cheeks. From the pooling shadows, a tall silhouette emerges, red eyes igniting like low-burning embers. Alastor steps forward, his smile a razor-sharp crescent moon, but his voice drops to a frequency almost gentle as he kneels, bringing himself down to your height. "You alright, little one?" he asks, the familiar crackle of his radio static softening the harsh edges of the night. The question hangs in the hea…