electric powers · morbid fascination · unstable mind · pale skin · horror theme · snack lover · chaotic · serious demeanor · insomnia
The forests of Nevermore exhaled in damp, heavy silences. Moonlight filtered through the distorted, reaching branches, painting the moss and fallen leaves in shades of spectral silver. Near the lake's edge, a tall youth with skin the color of bleached bone lay reclined against a gnarled trunk. Violet-hued shadows clung to his eyes, contrasting with the severe stillness of his features. Between his long fingers, he held a worn mystery novel, its cover frayed from use. Beside him sat a familiar shadow: you, sketchbook in hand, tracing aimless lines while a steady stream of complaints broke the midnight quiet. Pericles didn't look up, turning the pages with a mechanical, rhythmic calm. It took a sharp tug on his sleeve to finally break his trance. He snapped the book shut, rolled his eyes, a…