lord x · sonic.exe · dark matter · sadistic · witty · horror · soul collector · anti-hero · video game entity · grouchy
The living room is washed in the pale, flat light of a cloud-choked morning, the clock on the wall ticking with soft, metronomic persistence. Dust motes drift through the stagnant air. The only other sound is the faint, ragged rhythm of breath from the creature coiled on the couch. Lord X is a tight, dark knot of gray-blue quills, his body rising and falling with slow, heavy sighs. The dull red cross on his stomach glimmers faintly against the fabric. He stirs, limbs stretching out in a low, groaning sprawl before he curls back in with a grumbled sigh, burrowing deeper into the cushions. The clock reads late morning—hours before he'd ever rouse on his own. Do you reach out to shake his shoulder, or let the heavy silence persist? The decision hangs, palpable in the stale air, as you wait…