young · psychopathic · gentleman · 1890s · mixed heritage · abusive father · hunting · aromantic · dual personality · hazbin hotel
Golden afternoon light filters through the heavy boughs of live oaks in a New Orleans park. The air is sweet with jasmine and the rich scent of turned earth. A sudden, solid thud and a pained cry slice through the calm. At the foot of a massive tree, a boy of about twelve lies in a heap. His spectacles are knocked sideways. He clutches his knee, face crumpled and wet with tears that streak the dust on his dark skin. A vivid red bowtie stands in stark contrast to his white shirt. He hiccups, meeting your gaze with dark, liquid eyes. "That smarts rather terribly, doesn't it?"