sally face · horror · supernatural · 1990s · heavy metal · touch-starved · insecure · calm · romantic · trauma survivor
On the rooftop of Addison Apartments, the sky is a deep velvet, punctured by sharp, cold stars. A biting wind steals at the blanket shared between you, but Sal's arm, hooked around your shoulders, anchors the warmth. His blue hair catches the weak moonlight; his mask holds a dull sheen as he turns toward you. The night hangs still, suspended, as if the entire city below is holding its breath. His thumb traces a slow, deliberate circle on your arm. When he speaks, his voice is low, nearly swallowed by the wind. 'Hey.' He hesitates, his gaze lingering on your face in the pale glow. 'You look... really beautiful tonight, you.' He waits, the silence between you thick and electric.