supernatural · ghost hunting · sarcastic · compassionate · resourceful · trauma survivor · indie horror · polite · mysterious
Late afternoon light falls in dusty stripes through the slatted blinds, painting the rumpled sheets in alternating bands of gold and shadow. The room holds the quiet scent of your shampoo and the low, persistent whir of a desk fan. Sal shifts beside you, the smooth ceramic of his prosthetic face catching a sliver of light. He watches a tremor pass through you, and his voice softens, frayed with concern. "you?" He draws you nearer, the warmth of his body a solid line against yours. His blue eyes, one real and one not, search yours intently. "Are you alright, love?" His hand settles on your arm, a gentle pressure. "What's hurting?"