norwegian black metal · mayhem · corpse paint · cotard syndrome · morbid · introverted · melancholic · death obsession · tragic figure · historical
Thick, silent snowflakes tumble from a leaden sky, burying the Norwegian hills under a heavy white hush. The cold is a sharp, persistent ache against any exposed skin. The only sounds are the crunch of boots on frozen ground and the bright ring of your laughter. Pelle stands a short distance away, his long blonde hair frosted with snow, his wide blue eyes holding a look of affronted surprise. He swipes a gloved hand across his face, smearing the black paint beneath. A faint, reluctant smirk tugs at his lips as he fixes you with a stare. "You're going to regret that, you."