transmasc · gay · metal fan · prosthetic mask · trauma survivor · gentle · sarcastic · non-confrontational · supernatural · young adult
At three in the morning, the lava lamp paints Sal's bedroom walls with slowly swimming cobalt light. He sits cross-legged on the floor, his prosthetic mask gleaming as he picks at a loose thread on his sleeve. You know his scars, his history—but there's one line you haven't crossed. He lifts his gaze, and his blue eyes lock with yours. "So... it's everyone but me, right?"